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When the Seraphim were first created they predated spoken language; they instead communicated by song and wing movements. Each celestial being was imbued with an innate musical theme. Together they were the perfect symphony, and individually they were still the very epitome of perfection. They preened each other for companionship and danced as mating displays. 

But sexual organs were not really necessary for them…not at first. They did not require anything so crude to be intimate, they just mingled their songs, flew together, merged their cores. 

New angels were simply manifested by intention and the mingling of their angelic Grace.

And then their Father turned his attention to his new project. He created the Earth, filled with a vast variety of life. And then the humans were created with the intention to be fruitful and multiply, to populate the earth on their own, and the lesser angels when created were changed to echo the new mortal beings.

And after Lucifer fell...he was cursed to be changed too. Not only were his wings now stained with the blood that his choices caused to be shed, not only were his limbs charred and twisted, horns sprouting from his skull and eyes burning like embers…but between his legs had been cleaved a soft puffy slit that led to a womb, and along with those organ and new urges came a secondary gender; that of an omega. 

Forced to submit in every sense of the word, God was truly having a laugh at his expense.

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10,000 years later

When moving into the Hotel, Lucifer had initially just focused on being there for his daughter. 

He’d been living in seclusion for decades before that point, not even speaking to anyone but himself since when Lilith had left with Charlie…and even before then he had been largely introverted and barely interacted with anyone aside from his wife and daughter and occasionally the other Sins.

But after actually getting accustomed to living around others again, Lucifer realized he had not been so truly happy in such a long time. He actually started caring for himself again. Eating more regularly, sleeping properly, bathing properly (more than once a blue moon), and began socializing! 

But that also brought with it half-forgotten problems.

Charlie was an Alpha just like her Sire. Vaggie was also an alpha; most of the exorcists were, but still subservient to Adam who had also become an Alpha when he eventually died and ascended to heaven. Got the secondary gender along with his wings. 

And not only were Charlie and her girlfriend Alphas, so were several of the other residents…Husk for one. And that damn crimson deer, Alastor…

The asshole trying to usurp his position as Charlie’s parent! Trying to take his place! Getting in his face…taunting and teasing him! He didn’t have an ounce of humility! Not a hint that he was intimidated by Lucifer’s power and rank! The audacity! No other sinner acted like him!

No…no one acted like they were his equal…

And the way his eyes followed Lucifer…hungry. 

The way his shadow stalked him…Possessive. 

Lucifer hesitated, turning to look over his shoulder, feeling like he was being hunted even though he was alone in the elevator.  It wasn’t altogether unpleasant …it was exhilarating in fact. It was so long since he’d been desired. Even if it was just for gastronomical reasons. He could survive being eaten a little….heck, he could survive being eaten entirely…although he wasn’t about to  just announce that. No need to rile the deer up more than he was already. He wasn’t exactly certain he wanted to lead the asshole on…

Even though no one else had shown so much attention to him in decades…

Fuck, he was such a pitiful wretch. So touch starved and lonely and needy…

He sighed and tugged at his collar absently. He felt hot and anxious for some reason; he’d been oddly on edge the last couple days; hungrier than usual and his sense of smell had been stronger too. He’d felt…off. It was a somewhat familiar feeling but he couldn’t quite put his finger on it…

The feelings got worse if he spent any time near any of the Alphas…

The elevator dinged as it reached the top floor and the doors opened on the dim corridor that led to his quarters and Alastor’s on opposite sides of the hotel.

He shook his head and turned away as he walked back down the hall towards his room. He would  just deal with it later…

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Lucifer gasped as he sat up, wincing at the bright Hellish red light coming in through his window before he fell back, pulling the blanket over his head. Lucifer groaned, eyes squeezed shut as he shifted restlessly in his bed, flushed gold and flaxen hair damp with sweat. He writhed and then curled onto his side, one hand sliding down to his abdomen as he grimaced. There was pressure in his skull that usually preceded a headache and he felt heavy and hot. The twisting cramping pain was startling and then slowly the familiarity was too much to ignore. 

His estrus was starting…how long had it been since his last one…? Since before he’d had Charlie certainly…

Usually he was supposed to go through heat every 6 months or so…but with how badly he usually took care of himself and his chronic depression his cycles were more and more unstable and then had eventually stopped occurring entirely. 

But he had been doing so much better lately…and surrounded by alphas…

Oh, how could he have not realized! 

“Fuck…” Lucifer hissed as he pressed his thighs together, anxiety coiling in his stomach making him nauseous. And he was so horny…and that arousal was only going to get worse…

The bleeding portion of his cycle would last the next several days and then…his heat would start…and since it had been so long he was sure it was going to be a bad one…and here he was alone and unmated…vulnerable…

He had had some heats alone after Lilith had left before his cycles had stopped…and they had been agony. 

When he was in the depths of his heat he wouldn’t be able to refuse any alpha no matter how distasteful they might be…he’d be lifting his tail begging to be bred…

He should go back to the palace…but he couldn’t abandon Charlie! 

But it would be terrible if it somehow got out that the King of Hell was an omega…what if the other Overlords tried to invade the Hotel to get at him…? That creepy TV guy (Box?) was always sending out drones…if he found out he’d either try and blackmail him or he’d surely announce it to the entirety of Hell…

Of course, taking a new mate would probably be good politically, that's what Ozzie and Bee kept telling him…

But what about what he wanted?! 

He reached up with his other hand to rub his temple, trying to stave off the growing headache. Nausea rippled through him and he groaned, clenching his teeth and curling up even tighter. 

Maybe he should shoot Asmodeus a text, surely he had some toys that could help him…

While he wallowed in pain and anxiety, he wound up missing breakfast, and he had been doing such a good time at actually getting up in time to join his daughter and the rest of the residents lately…and his pheromones filled the room before starting to trickle out into the hall…

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Charlie bit her bottom lip, brow furrowed as she glanced up at the clock and then at the seat across the table from her that her father had unofficially claimed as his own for their shared meals. He had been joining them every day, and she had begun to expect to see him in the morning at least even if their paths otherwise did not cross the rest of the day. She was busy with the hotel, and although Lucifer did help where he could and even occasionally joined the therapy sessions, he was also busy with dealing with the rest of his kingly duties…

Although he had been looking a little peaky lately…more flushed than usual. He’d been eating a lot more than usual too…and he’d been a bit…clingy? She hadn’t minded, he had been smelling really good lately and she had been more than happy to comfort him as he’d been practically glued to her side the last few nights…His eyes a little glassy and he’d been not himself…he’d been running a little hotter than usual too…!

Maybe he was sick…could angels even get sick…? She’d ask Vaggie but her girlfriend was at the stove cooking and she didn’t want to distract her…

She bit her thumb and blinked back tears before turning her eyes towards Alastor. “Alastor….??” She asked hopefully, knowing he’d probably refuse her at first but also knowing she could eventually convince him to check on her dad. 

Alastor perked up from his tea, blinking more awake himself; the past few days had been off for him; he'd been hunting more around the hotel than usual and eating more, feeling the need to bulk up and work off his aggression. His antlers were also a few inches taller than usual and had sprouted another prong. “Yes, Charlie dear?” He asked with a saccharine sweetness, his tone a bit more forced than usual.

Charlie leaned closer, folding her fingers together as she put on her most winning smile, just like he taught her! “It seems that my father has been…he seems to have possibly overslept! He had been doing so well in coming down for breakfast…and he’s been a bit…off the last few days? And I’m just…so worried that he might be…” she realized she was rambling and flushed slightly as she trailed off awkwardly. She squeezed her fingers together a bit tighter. “Can you…go check on him…?” she asked hopefully, eyes big and bright.

One could almost see the puppy tail wagging behind her. 

Alastor felt one of his teeth crack with how hard he grit them. And for once it wasn't because of the mention of Lucifer, but for some reason the closeness of the princess is what bothered him. In fact he was considering her request just to get away from her. So odd since normally he was happy to indulge her requests to please her and gain her favor.

“I know you and my dad don’t really get along…but…” she continued, hesitating for a moment before brightening. “But I just know that if you two try, you might have more in common than you think!” She was sure they might even be fast friends! They both liked music and dancing! 

“I see your point. Well I suppose I can go check on the kingling if it puts your mind at ease, my dear.” He said and stood, “I was done with my breakfast anyway,” he added lightly as strode out. Might as well see what his future prey was doing anyway, he didn't like unknowns. He teleported up to his room and walked out into the hallway, immediately stiffening at the overwhelmingly sweet scent that wafted through the air. His tail sprung up and his antlers grew a bit larger once more. What was that?!

A sweet, pungent scent of tart slightly overripe apples mixed with honey, underlaid by the iron tang of blood, but still sweet. 

The scent grew thicker as Alastor approached the other end of the corridor…

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Lucifer groaned, reluctant to leave the warm sanctuary of his bed, but he needed to go to the bathroom; if he didn’t go soon he was going to leak all over himself and soak his sheets and cleaning up angelic blood was a huge hassle. He slipped out from beneath his blankets, one hand pressed to his abdomen as a cramp seized him. He stumbled his way towards his ensuite bathroom, feeling a touch light headed and cotton mouthed. 

He felt so bloated, he hated this…he felt so ugly and disgusting…

The lights in the room dimmed and no matter how he stumbled it seemed the door remained the same distance or even began to get further away.

“When I smelled blood I wondered if we had an intruder…” came a slightly distorted voice behind the king. 

A shadow fell over his smaller form, even larger than what the lanky radio demon normally produced, looking ready to pounce; it did claws spread ready to tear into him maw open to clamp down.

Though Alastor himself was still standing in the open door, grin firmly in place, hands behind his back; the picture of a gentleman with only his antlers and spinning dials of eyes to give away the increased danger the king was in.

Lucifer gave a startled shriek and whirled to face the shadow, eyes darting between it and Alastor as he snarled, one hand clutching at his abdomen the other at his chest. “Unholy fuck, Alastor, what are you doing in here?!” he exclaimed, stepping back from the shadow with a look of disdain. “And get your little minion here under control…sheesh…” he scoffed. 

He was feeling a bit flustered, stuck with an Alpha…but surely he could bluff his way out of this. Alastor smelled…he blinked and glanced back at the tall, lanky sinner before flushing and looking away. 

“Oh? He's only sniffing out a meal. He smells blood in the air much like a shark to water. So tell me, are you injured?” Alastor asked, stepping closer and looking around; this was his first time in the King’s quarters after all.

“Was the hotel attacked? Is that why you missed dear Charlotte’s breakfast, making her worry so?” Alastor took a bold step into the room taking a deep breath in. It felt like his lungs couldn't get full enough of whatever the king was hiding away in here. “Whatever are you feasting on in here? I swear I've been hunting for days and I've not had anything satisfying….” A line of drool escaped his maw while green magic dripped from the shadow far too close to Lucifer. “Did you steal my prey from me?”

Lucifer was relieved that he was not connected to the radio waves like Alastor was or the feedback screech would have surely blown out the windows.  As it was he backed away, managing to swallow down a whimper as he folded his arms around himself before lifting his chin arrogantly. “Nothing a lowly sinner can do will ever injure me, Radio Demon…and I do not share your…predicilations. I do not…eat my prey.” he scoffed arrogantly, rolling his eyes as he planted his hands on his hips. What did this sinner think he was!?! 

His shoulders dropped as he thought about how upset Charlie must have been when he failed to show up for breakfast.

“As for missing Char’s breakfast…that…was…unintentional.” He managed, glancing away, guilt coiling in his gut along with the renewed cramps. 

Oh what a picture he made; hair tousled from sleep, cheeks flushed, eyes glassy. He was not even wearing his usual ringmaster suit, his hat nowhere to be seen. Instead he was wearing a deep crimson shirt that fell off one shoulder over a pair of black silken shorts. Bare hooves, dainty and sinking into the thick pile of the carpet. His chest heaved as he backed away from the shadow, eyeing it with concern. “I-uh…can’t imagine what it is you’re smelling but…uh…I…” he stammered, eyes crossing slightly as his abdomen cramped and his cunt gushed a trickle of blood down his inner thigh. 

He made a whine of pain, doubling over and clutching at his aching, twisting guts. 

“Hnnn…damn…fucking…” he spat, trying to breathe through the pain. Damn apple…he managed to gesture upwards with a middle finger, scowling Heavenwards. 

Alastor snorted, of course the king would waste perfectly good food and let the sinners regenerate later. He looked around the room wondering where the smell could be coming from when suddenly the smell intensified as if someone had driven the knife deeper in the wound.

His eyes snapped to the king as the smell coincided with his display of obvious discomfort.

Alastor was on him in a second, slamming him into the floor, shadow pinning his arms above his head while Alastor began tearing at his clothing, his knees forcing his legs apart. His grin was wide and feral.

“‘NONE OF US SINNERS COULD HURT YOU’, WAS IT, YET HERE YOU ARE BLEEDING BEFORE ME?! WHERE? WHERE IS IT?!” He demanded, he had to find it, he needed to see, needed to taste the wound, the source-

Lucifer squealed, startled and caught off guard as he was knocked back to the floor, gasping and clutching instinctively at Alastor’s shoulders before his hands and arms were yanked above his head. He could have freed himself immediately…but he didn’t want to. 

“Ah! Al-Alastor…wait!” he gasped, squeezing his eyes shut and trying to press his thighs together, his little hooves kicking at the carpet. “Stop…! I…it’s-none of your concern!” he continued frantically, writing beneath Alastor and trying to buck him off with his hips. 

Alastor was so close…he really smelt amazing…and Lucifer started to feel dizzy and he inhaled desperately. His cunt clenched with arousal and he whimpered, trying to hide his shame. 

Alastor growled, antlers growing, and he slammed them down on the ground, “Be still!” He demanded before his shadow yanked his pants off displaying his slit for the buck to see and the golden blood weeping from the folds to escape and stain the floor.

Alastor gasped at the sight; it wasn't a wound at all, or at least not a battle wound per se.

But it was blood all the same and it was the most enticing scent he'd ever known. His tongue ran over his teeth and his hands spread those thighs so fast they cracked at the hip as he dove between them for a long lick.

He didn't even bother to question why Charlie's male father had a female cunt at the moment while all he could focus on was the feast before him.

He growled and shoved his tongue in as far as he could, hungrily lapping at the soft, hot inner walls that squeezed around his tongue so enticingly. His eyes rolled back as he clutched tighter to the little king’s thighs as he moaned. 

Lucifer froze when Alastor snarled and slammed his antlers into the floor, pulse fluttering in his throat as he fought against his omega-instincts to obey, to submit. He cringed, trying to make himself as unthreatening as he could, wanting to appease the angry Alpha. He squeezed his eyes shut before squealing as his shorts were ripped off. 

He struggled again, trying to hide his cunt before shrieking as his thighs were spread open too wide. “Ah-wait, stop!” he gasped, trying to pull his wrists free before giving a startled squeal, eyes rolling back as he was licked. 

Alastor’s tongue was rough, and hot…”Ah-Ah…” he gasped, trying to think past the pleasure rippling through him. 

It had been so, so long since anyone but himself had touched this part of him…despite himself he rocked his hips, whining as Alastor’s tongue teased over his entrance. “Hnnn…please…!” he begged breathlessly. His entrance fluttered and clenched around nothing, causing him to whimper with need. And it would only get worse as his heat started. “Al-st-stop…” he gasped, tucking his hips back as he tried to shift away while tugging at his restraints. 

Alastor didn’t even pretend to act like he heard him as he dug his tongue in while squirming it. Pressing deeper, determined to lap up every drop. He pulled back just long enough to wrap his lips around Lucifer’s hard little clit, suckling hard while the little monarch sobbed so prettily before stuffing his tongue back into his cunt. 

The king tasted of divinity; he pulled his tongue out with a purr, gazing at him with dark eyes. “Tell me Lucifer, is there more?”

Lucifer squealed as the tongue pressed into him, his eyes rolled back as he  momentarily went limp, submitting for a moment, whimpering when the tongue dragged against his walls. When it was pulled out he lamented the loss, but didn’t even have a chance to complain before Alastor was nursing on his aching clit. His mind went blank as he sobbed in ecstasy, thighs trembling as he tried to wrap them around the sinner’s head. 

His chest heaved as he floated in pleasure just an instant before struggling back to awareness. “I-I- it’s…fuck, Al! That’s disgusting…it’s…I’m on my period!” He stammered. That wasn’t quite correct but he didn’t feel like explaining the finer workings of his anatomy with Alastor looking at him like that. 

Like he wanted to devour him. 

And fuck, why was that so hot…?

“I don't care if you're dropping one organ or five, is there more?” He asked again.  What did men believe about periods in the 20’s again? Who cares, he wanted more now .

Lucifer squeezed his eyes shut, whining in embarrassment and shame before nodding. “Y-yes…I’ll…the bleeding will last for the next two or three days…” he admitted softly. He winced slightly as a new cramp twisted his guts again and more blood trickled out. “Hnnn…” he whined, and glanced down to watch Alastor.

Alastor looked like he'd won the lottery, gaze fixated on the trickle before his long tongue slithered out and lapped it up like it was the ichor of a god which… round about it sort of was. “Well, I hope no one misses you for that long.”

“Hnnn~!” Lucifer moaned in shock before squeezing his eyes shut again, biting his bottom lip to try and stifle any further sounds of pleasure. “Ah-..you…you intend to…to…” he swallowed, flushing gold. Did Alastor intend to keep him here for the entire time, drinking every drop?!

“Oh? Would you rather I let you walk around? Sharing such a feast with the world?” Alastor asked, growling a little, his claws digging into his knees almost to the point of drawing blood, “Letting anyone with half a sense of smell decide to tackle you to the ground and ravish your cunt as they please? I think not.”

Lucifer gasped softly and tried to kick his legs free, trying to press his thighs together as he felt a wave of heat throb within his pelvis. He whimpered, slick starting to trickle out along with the blood. “N-no! That-no! I wouldn't…allow that.” he said breathlessly…and wasn’t that admitting that he was ‘allowing’ Alastor…? “B-besides…no one but you would find my menstrual blood so appetizing!” he added with a huff as he tried to play it off. 

Alastor took another few laps idly staring up at him “Hmm, you think so, do you?” He hummed “You are a fool then,” he said, turning his head and sinking his teeth into his thigh to see if the king would stop him.

Lucifer blinked down at Alastor in confusion, stiffening up when Alastor nuzzled his thigh and throwing his head back with a strangled moan as he was bitten. “Ah-fuck! What the fuck, Alastor!” he hissed down at the radio demon. “Isn’t my cunt leaking enough for you?” he huffed, tugging at the restraints on his arms impatiently. If Alastor did something like that again he was going to get pissed. 

“Just checking,” Alastor purred, “hmmm, just as delicious, I could just eat you up…” he sucked on the wound until it healed up; a bit fast for his taste, but what would one expect of the king.

Lucifer pouted, turning his gaze away again, trying absently to press his thighs together again. The sting of the bite mingled with pleasure and he allowed Alastor to partake before allowing himself to heal and resisting further damage. 

Eventually he concluded that Alastor was not going to willingly allow him to go, and that he may as well enjoy it. After all, Alastor did smell very enticing…comforting. And his tongue…He bit his lip and rocked his hips insistently before giving a soft sigh as he relaxed. “If we’re going to do this can I at least be comfortable? Like, not on the floor…?” he suggested hopefully.

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“Of course, what sort of gentleman am I if I do not prioritize your comfort?” He said and soon they melted into the floor, but instead of reappearing into Lucifer's nest they were Alastor's; his, of course, lavish bed covered in his scent.

Lucifer, legs spread lewdly wide with saliva slick cunt on obscene display, rolled his eyes as Alastor called himself a gentleman. He flinched slightly as they were transported by shadow and inhaled shapely before whining, eyes rolling back as he bucked against Alastor. More slick and blood was starting to leak from his slit as he whimpered. 

Alastor purred and ran his fingers over his slit bringing them to his lips to lick them clean, “From how you are behaving I'd say you want more than just a thorough cleaning,” he purred smugly.

Lucifer opened his eyes to look up at Alastor, flushed and flustered. “I-I…my…” he swallowed and averted his eyes. “My estrus cycles are uncomfortable…I…ache and…need comfort.” he admitted in a small voice, using the correct term for his condition this time. “I…have abdominal cramps and nausea, and my back hurts and…it’s just…I welcome the distraction.”

He’d rather admit that than admit to just how turned on Alastor made him. How much he was starting to lust for the sinner. The sinner…was an alpha. And his scent was almost overwhelming…but in all the best ways. 

He just needed to let Alastor sate his thirst…then escape to hide for the next couple weeks to suffer his heat…

Alastor snapped his jaws shut, claw still partly in his mouth so it was cut clean off. Of course it regenerated right away but he was staring at the king as if 2+2 was suddenly making 4 as he had a sudden revelation. 

His eyes moved over Lucifer’s lithe little body hungrily and he nodded, “I see. Well I think you need a bit more than a gentleman at your side, don't you?” He put his hand on Lucifer’s chest and began running it downwards till it was right above his womb and he pressed down. “Tell me, is this where the princess came from? Is that what you seek, to make more ?”

Lucifer’s gaze snapped back to Alastor’s when the iron tang of blood reached his nose and he blinked in confusion when he saw that Alastor had just bitten off his own claw…he swallowed and squirmed beneath Alastor’s hand, flushing a deeper gold and moaning as the sinner pressed down on his abdomen. He gave a flustered squeak and started to panic. “Ah. C-Charlie…? I-ah…I…yes…?” he admitted weakly. 

He closed his eyes, mind racing and then internally shrugged as he came to a conclusion.

He shifted up onto his elbows, staring down at Alastor thoughtfully. “Is…is that an…offer…?” he asked breathlessly, biting his bottom lip as he considered the sinner as a potential sire to his children…he’d always wanted more, his cunt clenched at the prospect of being filled…”I….I thought you didn’t really…like this sort of thing…?” he added hesitatingly, glancing down Alastor’s body to see if the deer was even aroused. 

Surprisingly he was. The buck's pants were sporting a nice tent.

Alastor nodded and spread his legs, “Oh yes I wouldn't dream of any inferior seed filling your womb,” he purred, clearly implying that his seed was the only suitable seed for Lucifer. 

Lucifer couldn’t tear his eyes away, startled by the size. Surely he was seeing things, surely it was just that fabric that made it look so big…his mind went fuzzy with lust and he whimpered before gasping as more blood and slick gushed from him along with a renewed cramp that had him doubling over, nearly knocking his head into Alastor’s. 

Alastor chuckled “Seems I should fix a few things first, hmm?” He said a shadowy tentacle going to his slit, absorbing the mess, he wasn't wasting a drop of that ichor. It than began pushing in, testing the waters.

Lucifer gave a flustered whine before noticing the tentacle, eyes widening in trepidation although he didn’t try and deter it. “Hah…it's…ah! Cool…” he gasped, eyes crossing slightly as he shifted his hips, baring down for a moment before relaxing to allow it to press deeper. “Ohh..that…that's nice..” he murmured, pupils blowing out. The tentacle was smooth and slick, a bit cooler than his own body temperature, and it felt soothing within him, and it was doing a good job of massaging out his cramps.

“I take it that pleases you?” Alastor chuckled, letting it slide deeper, the head of the tentacle splitting to slither inside wherever it needed. “I wonder if I can trigger your heat early,” he chuckled.

“Yeah-it’s…nice.” Lucifer panted, trying to focus on Alastor’s face. “I-what?” he blinked when he registered Alastor’s words. “I-uh, it's already…about to happen…” he explained, flustered eyes darting away and then back to Alastor’s face before dropping to his groin. He chuckled and smirked back up at the deer sinner. “Or is it that you’re feeling a little…impatient…?” he teased breathlessly. 

“Oh, not at all, I've got all the time in the world,” Alastor's chuckled was a little rough, “Just don't want to risk eating you before we've had our fun,” he rutted against his belly a few times to prove that he could wait if he wanted

Lucifer gasped, laying back and reaching up to grab Alastor’s shoulders as he writhed beneath him, spreading his legs wider as he moaned. “Hnnn…I-I oh…” he gasped, trying to think straight as the lust went right to his groin. “You…can’t eat me while I’m carrying your fawns…it would endanger them…” he pointed out. 

“I know, your scent will change and I'll feel obligated to care for you.” Alastor assured “But for now I'm hungry and horny; what would Angel call this? Horngry?” He chuckled at his own wit, “And I've even been bulking up for this very moment I believe.”

Lucifer finally realized that that was why Alastor wanted his heat to start early, so that their instincts would work for them rather than against them. The eternal starvation that was Alastor’s curse…the suffering was more than he could imagine as he didn’t need to eat as much as a non-angel did. But it was a testament to Alastor’s self-control that he wasn’t already tearing into Lucifer. 

“Hmmm, probably…” he agreed absently as he lifted his hands from Alastor’s shoulders to cup his cheeks as he considered his options. He could let Alastor eat him now…it would certainly give the alpha the extra energy he would need for their shared rut/heat. “I assume you do not usually…indulge in the carnal lusts…what do you usually do for your ruts…?” he asked curiously, eyes crossing slightly when the tentacle within him suddenly grew bigger, derailing his train of thought. 

“You are correct, usually this behavior is beneath my tastes; whenever I have needs, my little former pal and I have a spat to see who suffers for it.” Alastor somehow scowled even while smiling, “Though in recent decades I've found myself just staying in my swamp and eating instead.”

Lucifer felt a brief flash of jealousy before firmly tamping it down; he had no claim on this alpha…and it was in the past, so there was no reason to get jealous…right? He whined softly as he glanced down Alastor’s body again, staring hungrily at that very insistent erection, fingers tightening around Alastor’s face absently. “S-so…di-did he…ever win…?” he asked a little too lightly, face flushed gold and eyes flashing crimson for a moment. 

He clenched around the tentacle, giving a startled squeak when it butted up against his cervix. “Ah-fuuuck…” he gasped, head falling back as he bared his throat. 

Alastor chuckled darkly “My, my, possessive over a man you've never lain with! How scandalous! However…. No, he never did much to his frustration,” he chuckled 

Lucifer squeezed his eyes shut and turned his face away with a huff, refusing to try and argue, and his fingers slipped from Alastor’s cheeks back to his shoulders. 

Alastor took his hands and then pinned them above his head by the wrists with one hand. He was so small in every way, it was so deceptively easy, it was so hard to remember how powerful he was, how powerful their fawns could be. “Don't worry, you'll be the only one for me now, I've seen this little gift you have,” he promised as the tentacle started rubbing against him more insistently.

Lucifer’s eyes opened again and he glanced up at Alastor as he allowed his hands to be pinned to the bed, squirming a little beneath Alastor before biting his bottom lip. Alastor was so much bigger than him, but he was still being so gentle…Alastor’s scent seemed more intense, more musky, and his mind was starting to go hazy. He nodded his agreement as he rocked his hips, trying to get the tentacle deeper, his entire body flaring with heat. “Hah! Ah…alpha…!” he begged without even realizing what he was saying, just intent on pleasing the alpha.

He had just been alone for far too long…he didn’t want to be alone anymore. 

“Oh,  I like the sound of that,” Alastor shuddered, the tentacle starting to thrust a bit faster, “Keep calling me that now, deerie.” He teased, maybe he should fuck him for real like he clearly wanted, perhaps he wouldn't devour him in the end.

Lucifer shivered all over and squeezed his eyes shut as he caught his bottom lip in his teeth before relaxing. “Yes….alpha.” He breathed in his sultriest manner as he peered up at Alastor from underneath his eyelashes. 

He grinned and slowly pulled the tentacle out, his free hand moving down and unzipping his trousers. “I think you deserve a reward.”

Lucifer’s eyes dropped to follow the motion of Alastor’s hand, whining loudly as the tentacle receded. He felt so empty now! “Ah! Al--Alpha…” he whined. He writhed and spread his legs wider. He bit his bottom lip and whined in anticipation as he finally saw Alastor’s cock. Oh, it was big, and thick…Slipping red and wet from Alastor’s sheathe. 

“Now, I need you to pay attention, my little bird,” Alastor tilted his face up away from his cock, “if I start getting violent you need to leave alright? No matter how much fun we're having alright?” He warned even as the head of his cock rubbed against his weeping slit.

Lucifer resisted having his head lifted for a moment before submitting and staring up into Alastor’s dark eyes. His own pupils blown out, his cheeks flushed. “Hnnn…?” he hummed in confusion for a moment, blinking before laughing and smiling sweetly up at the sinner. “Oh, my big strong buck…nothing you do to me will do me any permanent damage…” He rocked his hips against Alastor’s cock. “Just fuck me already…”

Alastor licked his teeth, “Oh, don't promise me that,” he purred, hands moving to spread his thighs as he pushed his cock in. “You don't want me trying to eat you if I get fawns in you right? Can't get addicted to devouring my doe.”

Lucifer laughed before moaning and throwing his head back as Alastor finally began pressing in. “Ah-ah~!” he moaned again, clutching at Alastor’s shoulders as he arched his back. “Ah-alright! I-hnnnnngh~! I…will!” he agreed breathlessly. He couldn’t let the babies be harmed…couldn’t risk Alastor’s ‘good nature’ and self-control if he got a taste of angelic flesh.

Alastor hissed in pleasure, even with his shadow doing most of the work with that tentacle, he was still so tight … “Ah my king, hard to believe you've had a child before,” he teased.

Lucifer rolled his eyes and scoffed as he wrapped his legs around Alastor’s thin hips. “It has been over a hundred—hah!-years since I carried her…and I’ve been more or less celibate since then…” he admitted between gasping moans. He flushed and turned his face away. It was a bit embarrassing…he had his needs, but he’d just been so…tired. So lonely but just…tired. 

This was the first real dick he’d had in over a century…and it was a good one. Already he could feel it spreading him, carving a space in him. His mind was going a little hazy and he was so hot…Alastor’s musk was stronger now…his own pheromones responding, so sweet and nearly overpowering. 

He still bled slightly, but his body was quickly adapting. His womb was ready for the Alpha’s seed. 

Alastor bent his spine unnaturally to nip at his hair and kiss his forehead, “Nice to know my kingling isn't the type to mess around either,” he purred and thrusted the rest of the way in, relishing the smell of sweet arousal that mingled with blood.

Lucifer gave a startled squeal and threw his head back, almost choking on his tongue. “Ah-I-I used to-ah!” he said between gasping moans. He’d used to be quite the Pride Ring’s bicycle, although usually in disguise. Usually. He squeezed his eyes shut, whining as he clung to Alastor before rocking his hips eagerly, enjoying how thick and heavy Alastor’s cock felt in him. It had been so long…he clenched down, flexing the muscles in his cunt. 

Alastor chuckled as he stole his words from him, baring down as he thrusted harder and faster, eager to completely make him forget every other encounter he'd ever had.

Lucifer gave a soft punched out moan every time Alastor slammed into him, bullying over his g-spot, hitting his cervix each time. “Ah~! Ah! Alpha!” he sobbed, mindless as he clung to Alastor and tightened his legs around the sinner’s waist. 

Alastor loved the cries he emitted; he wanted to hear them for eternity to come. His eyes slid to his neck, he'd cover that old mark with his own, he licked his teeth as his knot began to grow and began licking his neck preparing a spot.

Lucifer whimpered, going tense for a moment before relaxing, letting his head fall back as he bared his throat for the alpha, wanting more than anything to be claimed. His eyes rolled back as he felt that thick knot trying to squeeze in, stretching his entrance even wider. “Hnnn…too big…!” he gasped, but he wasn’t trying to pull away…Well, he had always been a size queen. Came with the territory when a majority of the denizens in Hell towered over him. 

“You'll take it” Alastor growled softly before biting down as he slammed his knot in; he growled into his throat as the cunt milked his cock for all it was worth. He moaned and came locking them together as he filled him up, mind reeling between licking the new wound and digging in further.

Lucifer gave a mewling gasp, hands winding around Alastor’s neck as he clung to the Sinner, delirious with pleasure as he was stuffed so full…he could nearly feel it in his throat…he loved it. And then he felt the gush of hot seed and he sobbed as he found himself coming, coming so hard he nearly saw heaven again.

Alastor released his neck with all the will he could muster and licked the wound barely restraining from sucking on it and growling possessively. “Mine.”

Lucifer was limp, smiling lazily as he turned his head slightly to blink up at Alastor. “Mmm…yes…” he agreed breathlessly. 

“Good, that's my little angel,” he purred and nuzzled him gently. His scent was becoming more tolerable, less like food, that was good, very good.

Lucifer hummed with satisfaction and closed his eyes and he curled closer to Alastor and returned the nuzzling. He felt so nice, the cramps had all stopped now, and the relief was amazing…of course he could feel that his heat would likely start at any moment…it was so hard to think…

“Alpha..” he purred, clenching down on Alastor’s knot as he rocked his hips.

“Get some rest, my little omega, you'll need it,” Alastor said, rolling them to their side for them to rest. He was unsure what would happen next for Lucifer or himself but as long as the hunger was abated he would take a bit of rest he could get.

Lucifer hummed again, obeying the alpha’s command without hesitation, curling up to the big warm alpha and within moments he had fallen asleep.

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Lucifer blinked his eyes open, confused and feeling oddly heavy and hot…so hot. He lifted his head up, looked around, making a plaintive bleat. “Alpha…?” he called sorrowfully. He was so hot…he shifted up onto his knees, slick leaking from his cunt. His empty cunt. 

He was in Alastor’s bed, but where was Alastor…? He heard some snapping sounds from the left and turned, only now seeing the…swamp? Bayou? How did that get there?!

He slowly climbed down from the bed on shaking legs. He hesitated, blinked once. Was Alastor in there…? He took a step forward, slick coating his inner thighs. He stared into the bayou, head tilted as he saw some gouges on the trees, the scent of blood and shed velvet…After a moment he brightened as he caught Alastor’s thick musky/pine scent…his alpha was in a rut! He giggled and snapped, now sporting a pair of blonde ears and a matching tail. He had a very soft fine pelt of golden fur, leading down to the daintiest little hooves. And he had some spots on his shoulders and thighs. He hummed, looking down at himself. 

Would Alastor like it…? he approached the edge of the transformed room slowly, ears flicking back and forth. 

There was the sound of scraping further into the woods as he approached he’d see alastor larger, more animalistic himself as he marked trees with his antlers carving deep gouges into them whether to ease an itch in them or to mark territory already his was uncertain.

Lucifer’s legs were like jelly but he gamely went on, delving deeper into the territory that Alastor had clearly manifested here himself…it was an impressive bit of magic, it really was! But at the moment he couldn’t really appreciated it but absently, instead all he could focus on was finding his Alpha. He made soft, little panting bleats as he wound his way deeper into the brush, avoiding the water entirely. 

“A-alpha…?” he called out plaintively when he finally caught sight of the sinner. 

Alastor turned toward him and grinned, all teeth. the buck rushing toward him and sniffing around him stamping the ground around his doe. He looked different but he smelled good, so much better. Looked so much better, the beast salivated and as he did another round he headbutted lucifer hard in the back to send him toppling forward so he could mount him .

Lucifer’s omega certainly appreciated the look of the alpha. He looked so big and strong, certainly the best alpha out there! He would sire such strong young…and protect them so well! Lucifer was happy to be admired in turn, but when he was suddenly sent stumbling forward, something in his mind blanked out and the next thing he knew he was running. 

Alastor bellowed and began his chase. It seemed his doe was feisty and didn’t just roll over. That was good, a strong will then, hopefully it had the stamina to match.

Lucifer glanced back over his shoulder to see how close the alpha was before giving a startled bleat and resuming his flight. Oh, oh that was right…that was how deer courted wasn’t it…? The knowledge came to him faintly, the echos of things he used to know, and he smiled with relief  when he knew the reason for his odd behavior. The heat mingled with this form just had him going off of instinct. Well…if he his Alpha wanted a chase…he’d do his best to give him one

He glanced back again and nearly tripped as his hoof was caught by a root. He stumbled into some water before bolting back between some trees. He was so excited! His tail was flagging eagerly, slick leaking more.

Alastor crashed through a tree and knocked another out of the way, his massive antlers slowing him down just a little he swiped for Lucifer, nearly catching him twice and started getting him back toward their nest when he realized outright catching him would be too difficult on his terrain.

Lucifer allowed himself to be herded, turning back towards the main room, relaxing a bit and letting his pheromones fill the room. He stumbled as he transitioned from the mossy soil to the carpet and almost collapsed. He was so hot…

Alastor hit him with his forehead, toppling him over and hollered with delight at his capture, stamping the ground around him as he scooped him up in his claws and tossed him toward the plush nesting bed.

Lucifer gave a startled bleat and fell over onto his hands and knees, turning to look up at Alastor before turning towards him. He started to reach for him before being tossed. He squealed and flailed before landing with an exhale of breath. He pouted briefly as he scrambled upright. But once he saw Alastor approaching he bleated again, tail wagging happily. “Alpha!” he declared. 

“My omega…” he growled and leaned down to sniff at his cunt to ensure he was ready, lapping at his entrance before mounting him and rubbing against him a few times, ensuring his musk and scent got all over him. “Mine, all mine,” he growled

Lucifer laid back and giggled as he got comfortable, smiling down at the massive demonic buck. “Mmmm…do I please you, my Alpha…?” he asked sweetly as he spread his legs. He gasped softly as Alastor climbed atop him, inhaling his musk greedily. It went straight to his head and he moaned again, mind going hazy. “Hnnn…Alpha…breed me…” he begged. 

“You'll carry my fawns, little doe, carry perfect strong fawns,” the buck was certain of it's words as it finally pushed the head of it's cock to his slit and pushed in.

“Yes, yes! I will, all that you want!!” Lucifer agreed desperately. He writhed beneath Alastor, turning onto his hands and knees. He tilted his hips up, lifting his tail, ready to be mounted. He moaned as he was slowly filled. “Ah…big…” he moaned. 

“So small and tight” Alastor hoped his doe didn't tear….

Lucifer did a bit of subtle shapeshifting to move some unnecessary organs out of the way and to make himself just big enough to take it…

As soon as Alastor nestled himself inside and his doe wasn't dead he took it as liberty to begin thrusting, eager to fill his mate with his seed, claws digging into the nest for purchase.

Lucifer moaned happily, closing his eyes partially as he got comfortable beneath Alastor. He purred happily and clenched down around Alastor’s cock, then relaxed, rocking beneath the Alpha. He felt full, the aching pain of the Heat was ebbing and he felt so relieved. This felt right. 

Alastor was pleased the doe was handling it so well, not struggling or breaking, such a perfect creature below him. Lucifer was his perfect match; their fawns would be lovely, powerful, perfect.

Lucifer was drooling a little, face flushed and eyes rolled back. Alastor was so deep, so big…he loved it…it was just what he needed for this… “Alpha…need your knot…!” he begged. He arched his back, trying to get the alpha’s cock impossibly deeper. 

“You'll have it, my needy omega,” Alastor promised, hot saliva dripping down on him as he lowered himself to his neck to nip over his claiming bite.

Lucifer tilted his head to bare his throat more, eyes sliding shut as he keened softly. “Yes, yes…” he breathed, relieved. Such a good Alpha, so giving. 

His knot began swelling at his entrance and Alastor began thrusting more insistently, working his way in with a growl, biting down on his neck and nearly taking a chunk out as he pushed it in, locking them together, his hot potent seed flooding his ready womb once more.

Lucifer shrieked, eyes rolling back as he trembled beneath Alastor, a golden glow seeming to shine blindingly bright from the bite in his neck, surrounding them, as he clenched down like a vice around the Alpha’s cock and knot, orgasming so hard he nearly blacked out. He mewled softly and went limp and pliant. 

Alastor purred, kneading the nest around them, bunching it up and mounding it around his doe while lying on top of him, careful to not crush him. “Perfect…” his doe didn't die, excellent, perhaps carrying his spawn was possible after all. His long tongue lapped at the bite idly, cleaning the blood and closing the wound.

“Mmmm. My alpha…” Lucifer purred with satisfaction. Save actually taking one of the Sins to his bed, Alastor really is one of the best options he could have had for a fine sire. Their babies would be so powerful. Alastor would be so protective, possessive. He was fully confident that he’d made the best choice…not that he’d really had one. 

Alastor curled around him as soon as he could pull out and laid his head over his stomach, his ears flickering in contentment. His rut wasn't over by a long shot but for now they could rest.

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Their shared Heat and Rut had lasted almost a week, a week where they were nearly inseparable. Even while not intimately connected they had stayed close to one another, cuddling, preening, sharing affection. Alastor had been surprisingly tender and sweet, more than Lucifer had ever expected (not that he had ever considered such things of course!) and had left only twice to get them food from the kitchen although he could use his shadows and Lucifer his magic when they were in the right mind to properly utilize their magicks.  

Lucifer could have written sonnets about Alastor’s knot. He was insatiable but Alastor was surprisingly able to keep up with him, making sure he was fully satiated and then comforted as he wound down. Making sure he was fed and watered and clean, as much as they could between rounds of rough sex. 

Lucifer had shifted form occasionally, but for the most part kept to the doe form that Alastor seemed especially fond of. He was going off instinct, simply wanting to please his Alpha in every way possible. Wanting to ride his knot in every position they could think of, in every surface of Alastor’s room. 

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Lucifer had woken up fully coherent, like he had just been doused in a bucket of cold water. He blinked several times, clutching a blanket to his chest, horrified as he stared down at the sinner sleeping beside him. 

Sleeping.

Alastor slept?!

Lucifer lifted the blanket slowly, hesitating to see what was underneath but he just had to be sure…they were both completely naked. Both were covered in bite and claw marks…he had fading bruises on his thighs and hips…

Oh fuck. Oh FUCK. What did he do?!

Wait, where were they? They were in a nest…he looked around. They were not in his room…wait, was this Alastor’s room?!

He began to panic, dropping the blanket as he clutched at his face, mind racing. Oh, shit…no…what…what did he do?! How was Alastor here?! In his bed?! NAKED?! Alastor was asexual wasn’t he?! He hated any sort of touch too, so why…

He forced his mind to focus. What was the last thing he remembered…?

He had been…oh that was right. He had started his estrus…he was bleeding, about to start his heat. He was in pain, emotional and vulnerable…Alastor had tracked him down by the scent of his blood! That’s right! And…oh Sins…

Lucifer glanced guiltily down at the sinner. Oh…he’d manipulated the sinner hadn’t he? Forced him into it…of course he had, there was no way that Alastor would have consented unless he’d been drowning in Lucifer’s pheromones…he must have used his angelic influence too…he felt tears of shame and guilt prick at  the back of his eyes. Oh, he was so loathsome…the worst! He should have just gone back to the palace when he felt his cycle starting! He could have left Charlie a note…or called her! 

He didn’t want to see Alastor’s face when he woke up, he didn’t want to see the betrayal and hate in his eyes…

He was a coward…

He leaned down, inhaling Alastor’s scent helplessly, pressing a chaste kiss to his cheek before snapping. A parchment and quill appears in his hands. He stared blankly at the page for a moment before writing a quick note, crying all the while He left it on the pillow where his head had been and then he vanished in a shower of gold and scarlet sparkles.

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Alastor woke with a yawn that split his face as he stretched, cracking every bone in his body nothing quite reinvigorated the physical form like a rut and finally having a partner strong enough to take it had been heavenly! Alastor's smile relaxed as he rolled over to look at his mate and blinked not seeing him. He looked around, ears twitching, trying to hear if he was in the bathroom or elsewhere in the room.  He spotted the note and felt his worries ease. He must have gone downstairs for food, surely with their respective cycles over Lucifer was probably starving!

He brought the note up, summoned his monocle and began to clean. The note was smudged, the ink blurred in some places. Tear stains?

-Alp- Alastor, I am so sorry for taking advantage of you, That was unforgivable, the power imbalance aside I should never have allowed my pheromones to cloud your mind, I know you would never have willingly laid with me, I will give you space…please do not take it out on Charlie…I know you’ll never forgive me for what I’ve done, I will owe you a favor…

-Lucifer 

Alastor's smile twitched, becoming forced and strained at the seams; what was this nonsense about force and power imbalances?! Had Alastor not made it perfectly clear what he wanted? He growled and crushed the note in his fist as he set it on fire. He manifested a suit and stormed out of the room.

“ LUCIFER MORNINGSTAR COME OUT THIS INSTANT YOU COWARD!”

Silence.

A moment later the door to Lucifer’s suite opened. A blonde head peeked out. 

Charlie rushed into the hall a few moments later, brow wrinkled in concern, cheeks flushed slightly from exertion, Vaggie on her heels. “Ah! Alastor…! There you are, are you feeling better?” she asked, concern evident. Vaggie narrowed her eyes suspiciously at the taller sinner. 

“Did you need His Majesty for something, Alastor?” Vaggie asked coolly, pointedly stressing Lucifer’s title. She had her spear over one shoulder. 

“YES I DO! THAT NO GOOD RAT HAS BEEN WHISPERING PROMISES OF FOREVER TO ME FOR A WEEK AND UP AND LEFT THIS MORNING! I AM GOING TO BEAT HIS ASS ACROSS THE PENTAGRAM AND BACK AND THEN I'LL FUCK HIM OVER THE AIRWAVES SO HARD HE'LL THINK POWER DYNAMIC SEPARATED US MY ASS!” The buck yelled furiously. “Now, where is the nest fleeing bastard?!” He demanded trying to look past them into his room.

Charlie and Vaggie both goggled at him in confusion for a moment before Charlie gasped, clasping her hands to her mouth. She was hurt that she had not known her father and Alastor were that close! And oh, was her dad moving on…she wasn’t sure how she felt about that! Her mind was reeling! “Oh! Oh my goodness, that-- you were with father for his heat? Oh my goodness! Oh, he…he’s not in his room…! I don’t-” her phone vibrated, cutting off her impassioned rant and she pulled it out of her pocket with fumbling fingers to peer at the screen. 

Vaggie looked vaguely disgusted but after a moment she put a supportive hand on Charlie’s shoulder. 

“Oh! He’s at the palace, he just told me he had to attend to some ‘kingly duties’, that he’ll be back…at some ‘unspecified time’...” she frowned, looking briefly hurt before looking up at Alastor with a slightly furrowed brow. “How…did you come to share my dad’s heat…?” she asked slowly. Hadn’t they hated one another…? And Alastor seemed…like he was hurt that her dad left…? Or offended…? Did her dad do something wrong…? Or what if he hurt her dad?! She was so confused! 

Alastor was already turning away from them, “The palace then. Well I'll be off. Storytime can be held later,” he said, his staff manifesting as he spun it in his hold and melted through the floor.

Charlie gasped, running towards Alastor to try and stop him before groaning as he vanished. “Fuck!” she growled in frustration as she turned to Vaggie.

The palace was not quite in the Pride Ring, nor was it in any of the other Rings, but in a dimension that encompassed all the Rings. Surrounded by a barrier that kept out all intruders except for a few specific individuals, Alastor was briefly rebuffed until he was recognized as the Alpha to the monarch. By claiming Lucifer he was automatically keyed to be recognized by the defensive magics, so the barrier opened to him, tingling over his skin. 

The Palace was a thing of deteriorating magnificence. An ornate fence opening to vast but neglected grounds. An overgrown courtyard, a fountain. The building itself, sprawling and somehow not currently falling to ruin like everything else seemed to be. There was no sign of any groundskeepers, no staff of any kind, not even any imps. 

It was quiet. 

Too quiet?

“What a dreary place you’ve chosen to hide from me in.” Alastor hummed, looking over the place and began spreading out his shadows as he searched for his mate; heading inside to the foyer as if he owned the place he scowled at every picture of Lilith and struck them down with magic.

“Oh Luci~ Where are you my Lambkin~ I think we have a matter to discuss!” he called, knocking over a no doubt priceless vase that had Lilith’s likeness on it, was that it? Was he nothing more than a substitute while the queen was gone?

There was a crash that shook the walls, the sound of something breaking, and then silence. It had come from up the main staircase, the lamps flickering and then going out. The wallpaper was peeling, and in the corridors leading to Lucifer’s suite, the portraits were covered by dusty sheets. 

The door to Lucifer’s suite was ajar. 

Lucifer had torn all the blankets off of his bed, all the pillows as well, and crafted himself a quick nest in the far corner of his room. He was burrowed within the confines of his several duvets, and he peered out nervously with one eye. A book case that had been standing against the wall had fallen between the nest and the door. 

Alastor made his way up the stairs, heels clicking on the hardwood floors. He made it to the king's suite and pushed the door open with very little regard for gentleness. He eyed the room and scoffed at the meager barricade. 

“Oh? Do I disgust you so that you are hiding now? Such a prideful thing acting like a rat!” He walked over and drove his foot straight through the bookcase like it was cardboard setting it on fire as he did his eyes looking at Lucifer with betrayed contempt. 

“Face me omega. Or am I really just a poor substitute for that bitch?!” He demanded his shadows filling the room as did his wrath.

Lucifer whimpered, burrowing deeply for a moment before sitting back, letting the blankets fall off his head and pool around him. He was still naked, and he clutched one of the blankets to his chest with one hand. He stared up at Alastor with hesitant eyes. Most of the bites and claw marks and bruises that had littered his body had been healed, but he had not touched the claiming bite…or was it that he could not heal it? He had clearly been crying, and he whimpered as he hunched his shoulders, ducking his head for a moment before taking a deep breath and straightening up again. 

“Of course not! I would never do that to you! I don’t-she’s gone, she’s not coming back, I know that!” he stammered quickly, flushing gold with shame. “She wasn’t…she is not an Alpha so she was never able to--even if she wanted to…” he added, dropping his eyes. He knew he could snap his fingers and atomize Alastor…but the fact that Alastor had claimed him …had become his Alpha…and was so angry …it hurt. He was…frightened…? He desperately wanted to appease the Alpha. 

Guilt and shame was eating at him.

There was also the fact that two motes of life had formed within his womb…he dropped one hand beneath the blanket to place it protectively on his abdomen. 

His scent was sour with fear and stale with shame. 

“Then why leave? Am I not good enough for you? What is this BS about tricking me?! Was I not the one who stormed in and claimed you as my own? Do you see me as unworthy?! Weak?” Alastor gripped his staff wringing it on his hand

Lucifer was taken aback and he blinked up in confusion. “I-what…?” he stammered. “I-you…want me… ?” he began hopefully before shaking his head and looking dejected. “That was just my pheromones, Alastor, you weren’t in your right mind…” He wrapped a blanket around his shoulders and stood up, staring up at Alastor with trepidation. “I don’t think you’re weak or unworthy…you’re amazing. You’re clever and vicious and so powerful…I just know you’d never choose me if…if I hadn’t…gone into heat.” he bit his bottom lip and glanced away. 

He longed to be owned. To be wanted. But he couldn’t force Alastor to tie himself to him…to them …his hand snaked back under the blanket and clutched at his abdomen once again. Two miniscule little motes…so delicate at this stage…he wasn’t even displaying any symptoms yet, but he was sure his scent had changed…

“If I hadn't wanted you I would have killed you or devoured you where you lain.” Alastor grit his teeth so hard they cracked his eyes narrowed on the tiny king his scent was rancid with fear yet there was an underlying change. He slammed his staff down and leaned forward to sniff him “What is this, what have you done?” He asked with narrowed eyes 

Lucifer blinked and then peered up at Alastor from under his eyelashes, hesitant but starting to relax slightly. The Alpha was still so furious…he whimpered and flinched back when Alastor suddenly slammed his staff against the floor and leaned close. His eyes widened with instinctive terror and he stumbled back a step, hoof tangling in one of the blankets and he fell back with a gasp.

Alastor caught him with a tentacle and brought him close, sniffing over the poor naked omega. “You… the mating took?” he asked, ears pressing back as a new feeling of further rejection came, “Were you even going to inform me?”

Lucifer squealed and clung to Alastor, heart racing and cheeks gold. He blinked up at Alastor and trembled against him, shaking his head slightly. “I-I just found out! I-” he stammered frantically. Why did Alastor care?! “I-didn’t think you…wanted children…” he added in a small voice. “I…never wanted to…impose…” He tried to pull away. 

“You seem to think a lot about what I want without even asking, little king.” Alastor said, looking down on, “-him perhaps that is why your relationships thus far are strained. When I alienate people it’s because I want to.” he picked up the king and climbed into the nest  “We need to work on those assumptions of yours.”

Lucifer froze and processed that as he let Alastor pick him up and sit them in his nest. He slowly glanced up to Alastor and cautiously leaned against his chest, watching his face intently. When Alastor allowed it he relaxed slowly. “I-I am sorry for…hurting you. By running.” he whispered as he took one of Alastor’s hands in his own, staring at Alastor’s claws as he continued, “I…am not used to being…wanted. I mean, I just…everyone leaves…” he said softly, eyes closing for a moment. He took a deep breath and placed Alastor’s hand on his abdomen. “There are two…” he swallowed and continued. “Do...you want to…raise them with me…?” he was trembling so hard he was nearly vibrating. 

Alastor’s ears perked up a little and he sighed “My dear, I don't think you are as alone as you think either…. And yes I'd love to be at your side raising them,” he'd never be like his own scumbag of a father.

Lucifer was a bit dubious about that, but also relieved and he smiled slightly as he nuzzled against Alastor. “You…want to be my Alpha…?” he asked hopefully as he opened his eyes to stare up at the sinner. He was so worried that he’d be refused…

“I wouldn't have left a claim if I didn't, though do you want me to be yours?” He asked, stroking the bite, “I do not handle rejection well but I'll endeavor to not fight you over it much.”

Lucifer froze, eyes widening and he practically threw himself at Alastor as he flung his arms around his neck and started kissing him hungrily, whining softly in the back of his throat. After a moment he pulled back and nuzzled at Alastor’s throat. “Yes…mine…my alpha…” he murmured as he licked and nibbled at the sinner’s scent gland. He was purring frantically and shifting to straddle Alastor’s lap, wrapping his legs around Alastor’s waist and claws digging into his jacket. 

“It doesn't take much to improve your mood, does it,” Alastor nuzzled him, pleased with the change in attitude. “Now come along my dear shall we return to our actual nest?” He asked tilting his head so he could keep at his scent gland.

Lucifer bit down but not enough to break the skin, just enough to tease. He was about to bite deeper when he was distracted by Alastor’s suggestion. He hummed and pulled away, blinking up at Alastor, blonde hair disheveled. He glanced around and nodded slowly. “ Ours …yes…” he was delighted by the thought. “Let me just grab a couple things…” he slid out of Alastor’s arms and got up to dart naked around the room, gathering some keepsakes and other things he wanted to include in their nest. His favorite stuffed duck, an old robe, a couple pillows, some blankets, some old clothing of Charlies…nothing of Lilith’s of course. 

He didn’t want Alastor to feel threatened. 

Alastor watched him prance around the room like some display even though it was just packing; he sent his shadow to help the king. “Now, I have forgiven you but there is one little thing, I am going to make sure everyone knows we're together and that you're mine. I am sure you've heard of my preferred hunting method?”

Lucifer smiled sweetly to the shadow, thinking to himself that it was sort of cute, and then he blinked over to Alastor. He was a bit surprised that the Alpha had forgiven him so quickly. The Alphas in Heaven would have made him repent…he blinked and nodded frantically as he stepped a bit closer. “Yes, yes of course!” he agreed. He tilted his head slightly. “Uh…the cannibalism?” He queried… a little confused. He already knew Alastor clearly enjoyed the chase, that was fun! What else was he implying…?

“Oh, not just the cannibalism, I am talking about my show, you know the one you say you didn't know about?” Alastor looked at his nails and then looked back at Lucifer with a mischievous grin.

Lucifer flushed gold and crossed his arms over his chest as he turned away for a moment before sighing and flouncing back towards the nest. He threw himself down beside Alastor before peeking up at him. “Uh…ok, ok! I knew about your show already, I listen pretty regularly!” he admitted sheepishly. “I just-I-uh…” he blinked once and then sat up. “Did…I-uh…you want to…claim me…on your show?”

Alastor grinned madly, “I do. I want to ravish you for all to hear,” he said, stroking his lovely doll’s cheek. “Of course if you're too opposed I am sure I can wait…”

Lucifer blinked again before smiling sweetly and leaning into Alastor’s touch. “N-no! That’s fine! I…I want to please you…Alpha…and…I want…I want to let everyone know that I have the best Alpha!” he declared. 

Alastor purred “I knew you were an agreeable, good omega,” he purred and picked him up teleporting him and his stuff back to the hotel.

Lucifer lit up as he was praised and clung to Alastor, buzzing with a purr as he snuggled trustingly with the sinner.

--

One Month later

“That pillow doesn’t smell right!” Lucifer wailed as he tossed it from the nest before turning and tugging one blanket over an inch, bunched another up, shifted the ducky…he just couldn’t get comfortable. He was so irritated and upset, and he just could not relax. Nothing smelled quite right…he kicked another pillow out of the nest before turning to retrieve it and sobbing. 

Alastor’s smile was sympathetic as he and shadow gathered their scattered nest and put it in a corner. “Do you want to go shopping for new items my darling? Or should we try re-scenting everything?”  he offered, squatting by the nest and reaching out to run his claws through his hair gently.

Lucifer sniffled and turned to Alastor, blinking dewy eyes up at him. His eyes lit up and he smiled as he clung to his Alpha. “Oh! Can we get some more blankets? I want something very soft…” he said as he nuzzled Alastor’s throat. “And I need you to scent everything of course…” he added softly. Alastor smelled so good. So comforting. 

The lithe little omega was already starting to grow a little plump, his baby bump already starting to show. 

“Of course, my darling, anything for your perfect nest. We'll endeavor until it's perfect for you and our fawns. We'll even get cake while we're out” he promised and rubbed his little baby bump

Lucifer gasped and jumped to his feet and trotted on bare hooves towards the wardrobe to get dressed, tail out and swishing happily. He was swaying his hips as he hummed softly to himself as he scanned his clothes. He chose a pair of soft (tight) black yoga pants, some bright red pastern wraps, and a maxi dark red sweater that slipped off one shoulder and covered him to his knees. His pecs had softened and began to swell into breasts, and the sweater clung to the curves of breast and hips. 

“Oh, darling, you look ravishing,” Alastor complimented, his shadow kissing the king for him. Alastor tried to be affectionate as possible though it was clear his sex drive was definitely lower away from his rut, thankfully his alter has no such reservations.

Lucifer hummed happily and closed his eyes as he leaned into the kiss, moaning softly before pulling away and smiling up at Alastor. “You just like seeing me in red.” he teased lightly. He grinned mischievously. “If I was to get covered in red you’d lose your mind.” Although at the moment the smell of blood did not sit well with him. 

“Oh, yes, I probably would, shame you've lost the taste for it right now, but later can always come.” Alastor pet him “Now let's be off.” He said and walked him down stairs to inform everyone of their trip and to take the car, teleporting was easy but since he wasn't sure how it would affect the fawns he used it sparingly. Plus showing off his mate didn't hurt either.

Lucifer admittedly felt a little queasy when traveling -either by shadow or by his own magic- so he was more than happy to have a bit of a walk (or a drive), and the fresh air would do him some good. He happily clung to Alastor’s arm, nuzzling against his bicep. He loved covering his Alpha in his scent. He was just as possessive as the sinner was, and wanted every Omega to know what they couldn’t have. 

Charlie beamed at her father and Alastor, having come to terms with their new relationship over the last month. “Alright, you two have fun, be safe!” she declared brightly. 

“We will darling!” Alastor waved as he left them letting Lucifer scent him as he pleased; he was surprised he had quickly grown fond of the scent of apples.

“Shall we buy some of the fawns baby things like a crib and such while we're out?” He asked.

Lucifer blinked up at his Alpha, considering for a moment. “Well…I still have Charlie’s old crib…” he began before glancing away, eyes wistful. He had always thought to reuse that, but of course it would smell of Lilith. 

Alastor ran a hand over his, “If you wish to reuse it we can re-scent it, my dear, even Charlie can to make it as homey as you need.” It's something his own mother would have requested. How could he deny that? It was a true shame he'd been an only child when she had so much love to give 

Lucifer relaxed and clung tighter to Alastor’s arm. He had the best Alpha. “And we can get some baby clothes…” he hummed thoughtfully and tilted his head. “Where would we go to get such things?” He wondered aloud. Sinners couldn’t have kids, after all…

“We simply shop at a shop for the hellborn. What did you do for Charlie? Though I guess you probably had all her things custom made?” Alastor rubbed his chin in thought.  Lucifer certainly had the money, should he do that for their fawns? 

“Things were custom made…Lilith even went to Earth to get some things…and we got gifts from the other Sins—“ he gasped dramatically. “Oh I haven’t told them!” He started to tear up. He was a horrible friend/sibling. His bottom lip wobbled and he looked close to crying. He had barely spoken (or even texted) any of them in years…decades even! 

“Darling, darling, calm down!” Alastor picked him up and spun him around, “This is still pretty new and isn't it common for you noble types to announce these things at parties? That's what rich people of my time did. It was a big to do!”

-meanwhile-

Charlie was dancing on her toes as she joined the group channel she’d just made, one for all the Deadly Sins (save her father), and she grinned to herself as she began typing quickly. 

-This is Charlie, I’m so sorry to be presumptuous! I should have waited for a formal introduction but I have such big news!! My father, Lucifer, has a mate and Alpha! And they are expecting twins! I know my father has been withdrawn lately, but he’s been so happy now that he’s mated and I know you’ll all be happy for him too!!

She sent off the slightly rambling text…the response was instantaneous.

🐝🐝 OMG REALLY? WHO? THAT'S GREAT! WE HAVE TO MEET THEM AND COME SAY HI! I'VE BEEN SO WORRIED ABOUT HIM!🐝🐝

💜💜Oh Luci is so naughty getting mates without spilling the tea! Are you going to throw a party and introduce us? Is the alpha a sexy beast?💜💜

😴😴Where😪😪😪when😴😴

🤑🤑 Who the Hell did LuLu lure into his bed this time?! It’s about time he got over Lilith!! Hahahha Hos much did they pay him to knock him up?! 🤑🤑

🤠🔥WHO DARES THINK THEY ARE WORTHY OF MATING OUR KING AND BROTHER! I WILL SMITE THEM🤠🔥

🎭🎭 Oh, we’ve not heard from our brother for so long! Is he eating well? Is he truly happy? Is this Alpha kind to him? He’s a Sinner? Hellborn? Oh we must plan a party!🎭🎭

🤠🔥UPON REFLECTION I HAVE DECIDED TO MEET THEM FIRST AND PLAY NICE THEN DECIDE ON THE SMITING🤠🔥

Charlie squealed and turned to smile to Vaggie. “They’re delighted, I told you Vaggie! They are so happy for dad!”

-back with the mates-

“I…have a sudden feeling of foreboding…” Lucifer murmured against Alastor’s chest. Something had happened…something that involved all seven Rings. He trembled and buried his face against Alastor, inhaling his scent before pulling away slightly. He felt soothed, as always, and relaxed as the sense of trepidation began to fade. 

“As long as hell isn’t shaking I am sure it can wait until we’ve finished putting the nes back together my dear” Alastor chuckled at his mood swing and added another blanket to the cart. The hellborn shops really did have most of what they needed since they could have families and such.

Lucifer nodded and stepped away to glance through the shelves. He gasped when he saw a set of demonic deer stuffed animals…he could animate them like Razzle and Dazzle! Bodyguards for the new babies! “Oh, these are so cute~!” he cooed and added them to the cart. 

“Aren’t they a little young for toys?” They were barely fetuses, but the deer were cute.

Lucifer grinned up at Alastor, “I’m going to transform them into little guardians like Razzle and Dazzle; bodyguards for the babies!” he declared brightly. He was bouncing on his toes, he was so excited. 

“Oh, they were originally dolls? You're a lot more powerful than I give you credit for my darling,” he admitted awed and showed him a pillow, “I can't wait to see it. What do you think of this one?”

Lucifer hummed smugly and put his hands on his hips as he nodded. “That’s right, I can manifest life into anything!” he declared before gasping and taking the pillow to sniff it and press it to his face. 

“You are so cute.” Alastor said, taking a picture of him. Charlie had all but forced him to get a phone just for pictures so he could share them with her so he sent it to the thing called a group chat they had. Lucifer looked so cute, face smooshed in a pillow.

Lucifer gave a small indignant bleat but didn’t lift his face from the pillow as he hummed, eyes shut.

Chapter Text

Lucifer sauntered into the hotel with his new pillow clutched in his arms before coming to a sudden stop, eyes widening and mouth falling open. He gave a startled fawn squeak and clutched the pillow tighter to his chest. “Uhhhhh…what's this?” he questioned weakly. He blinked one eye and then the other, and turned his head slowly to look up over his shoulder back at Alastor. Then he turned his attention back to the tableau they had just walked into. 

There was a banner up in the usual place, balloons and streamers strung up, a banquet table set up near the bar…and the room was filled with his siblings and friends…the other six Deadly Sins. 

Lucifer suddenly felt trapped, light headed, unable to breathe, unable to flee. What were they doing here, how had they known about his mate? About the babies? About the hotel ?! Terror closed his throat, the world seemed to spin and a ringing noise deafened him. He stumbled, almost fell. 

Alastor caught him, his tentacles covered in shopping bags, “Honey, what is- oh Charlie, another surprise party?!”

“Surprise! Oh wait! Um, yes?” She said looking bashful and then at her father worried “You don't like it?” She asked

Satan belatedly set off a streamer thing. “I thought you liked surprises,” he leaned over to Yogirt “why is he not smiling?”

Lucifer was breathing unsteadily, eyes darting from one face to another, frightened and conflicted as he clung to Alastor. One hand dropped protectively to his abdomen and he bit back a whimper. But the Sins looked happy to see him…(at least until concern began coloring their expressions) and were not firing accusations at him…? 

Didn’t they hate him…?

He cleared his throat nervously and blinked as he tried to regain his equilibrium. 

“Aw, Lu…” Bee cooed as she buzzed over, hands out to hug him as her flaming hair flickered soft orange and pink as she tried to soothe him. “We missed you so much!” she added brightly. Belphegor was following behind him, steps slower and more measured, but she seemed awake for the moment.

Lucifer burst into tears but Belphegor just pulled him into a gentle hug, stroking his hair as Asmodeus joined them. The Sin of Sloth was checking him over, testing the softness of his flesh, the pallor of his skin, the strength of his limbs. She murmured softly to him, drawing him away to examine him. 

“Lulu, baby, it’s ok, we should have tried harder to keep in touch…” Ozzie soothed as he stroked Lucifer’s hair before letting Belle draw him away, glancing at Alastor thoughtfully. “Are you his Alpha…? Of course you are, I can smell you all over him…” Ozzie chuckled. 

Alastor warily let the fluffy sheep woman draw Lucifer into her fluff. She seemed trustworthy enough. 

He turned towards the rooster, “Yes, I am Alastor, at your service, the Hotelier of this business, and you are?” It was astounding he didn't know at least Ozzie by sight, must show how little he spent in…. Lust centered areas. He would have to talk to Charlie later again about surprise parties and Hell not mixing.

Husk slapped his forehead of course out of all the beings of power his asexual ass wouldn't know the most recognizable one.

Asmodeus took it in stride and grinned broadly as he spread his arms wide. “Asmodeus, Sin of Lust, baby!” he declared smugly. He began to circle Alastor  as he stroked his chin with one hand. “Of course I can see that lust is not one of your vices, you are really more of a creature of pride, wrath and gluttony… but Luci is your exception, hmm? Can’t blame you for that!” he chuckled. 

“Well what can I say? I have a singular type! Short, musical, and hates television as much as I do!” Alastor's laugh track played, his head turning with Asmodeus.

“Alastor, did you know the sins are like all my aunts and uncles?” Charlie popped in beside him excited to introduce him. “Since it's your first time let me introduce you!” She did not want him picking a fight like he did with her dad.

Asmodeus laughed and shook his head slightly. “You’re so feisty!” he teased lightly. He then turned to Charlie and scooped her up. “Thanks for inviting us, Princess! We really should have done more to keep in touch with your dad and you.” he apologized as he spun her around. He put her down and pat her hair before turning back to Alastor. “So! How did you come to be Lucifer’s mate?” he asked, a hint of danger in his mein. 

Charlie laughed at the hug hugging back tightly. “Oh, well, I thought you guys just figured I was a joke like everyone else,” she said offhandedly as she went to check on her dad. She should have known they were just busy.

Alastor raised a brow. “Well it all started with a silly little song where I promised to replace him in Charlie's life and our glorious rivalry was born. All the best romances start there, you know,” why does the king of lust even care. Their personal business was their own. “I don't plan on giving him up if you're jealous now” he said

Asmodeus burst out laughing and slapped Alastor on the back, before winding his arm around the sinner’s neck and pulling him close. “Oh, so charming , you are a Prideful guy, huh? Don’t worry, I’ve never had any designs on Lu, he’s basically my brother…!” he laughed. “Didn’t clock the ‘Radio Demon’ as a ‘romance’ guy, but Luci sure is, so I hope you court him properly!” he added. “I might be the Sin of Lust, but consent is key!” he added. 

Alastor made a record scratch static noise “What do you think I am a barbarian?” He poked the king with his staff “I'll have you know I'm here for Murder and Cannibalism not anything of that variety and I consider myself a man of integrity toward my partners” he'd never be anything like like him.

Asmodeus stared at the sinner for a long moment before releasing him. “Alright. So, twins?! Congrats!” he declared brightly. He stepped back and gave Alastor another one over from his antlers to his hooves before turning to Bee who had been hovering behind him. 

“I like him!” Bee declared. 

Alastor wished he could say the same. He spun his staff like a baton to gather himself and straightened his smile, “Well yes, two lovely little fawns, his majesty is quite excited, I am as well. I hardly expected one to catch, let alone two.”

“Mmmm, he’s crazy fertile!” Bee pointed out with a delighted laugh. “He…” she hesitated and shook her head before buzzing off to the table to grab some food.

Belle had Lucifer laid out on the couch, and she was checking his pulse while he fell into a doze. He had his new pillow under his head and she’d found a blanket to cover him with.

She glanced up at Charlie and smiled warmly. “Hello, dear…Lucifer is living here with his Alpha, yes? Your father needs to avoid stress as much as possible, but the Alpha-Omega bond seems strong and the fetuses are developing well…Lucifer needs to eat more of course.” she explained. “The gestation is longer for him than it would be with a human, about a year, so the fetuses might seem to be developing slower than usual, but everything is looking good. They will sap your father of his energy…not sure yet if they lean more angelic or demonic, so we need to keep an eye on his cravings. He might need some of the Alpha’s blood…hmmm…” she mused and blinked sleepily. “Ah, but do try and get him to move around a bit during the next few months. He’ll be tired but he needs to keep active before he gets bigger so his joints stay strong.” 

Charlie took out a notebook as soon as she began giving instructions drawing crude pictures to go with them “Okay aunt Belle I'll make sure he's up and about as often and gently as possible!” she saluted. “Are you hungry or anything? We made snacks!” She offered.

Belle hummed thoughtfully and glanced towards the buffet table. “Oh, that’s thoughtful, dear, but I’m fine…” she murmured.

“Oh, if you're sure,” she said and put a blanket on her too, “Get some sleep then, thanks for checking on dad.” she said.

Belle smiled and laid down on her side before falling asleep.

“I was kinda hoping a fight would break out,” Mammon said, disappointed, he hadn't really left the food since they got there since Lucifer had been monopolized the whole time.

Leviathan glanced at Mammon, her human face smiling shyly while her serpentine face scoffed and rolled her eyes. 

“Oh, well, you could still have your wish…the Sinner seems volatile…” she pointed out as her other-half shook her head slightly.

“Lucifer would not like it if you hurt his mate…” she pointed out. 

“Hey I didn't say I wanted ta’ brawl I just wanted ta see one,” Mammon denied.

“You better not cause trouble Mammon or I'll be the one brawling with you,” Satan threatened with a growl. 

“Eh heh…. Wouldn't dream of it haha…” Mammon laughed a little, pulling his collar nervously.

Leviathan folded her arms over her chest and shared a look of dubious confusion mixed with amusement. The second head turned to look at Mammon with a soft smile as she reached out to pat his upper arm. “Don’t humor him…” her other head muttered. 

Bee buzzed over to the small group and passed out flasks of beelzejuice. 

Husk waved her over “Hey can I have a cup of that? That's Beetlejuice the authentic shit right?” He asked in awe he hadn't had any since he was an overlord!

Asmodeus glanced at Lucifer and then returned his attention to Alastor, “I am truly happy that Luci has finally found a proper Alpha.” he said softly. “He’s been so lonely for so long…”

“Yes, so he let me know.” Alastor leaned on his cane eyes moving toward his sleeping mate and the fluffy sheep woman. He kind of wanted to touch.

“So the other rings, are they as busy and eventful as this one? Though without the yearly purges I imagine they don't have the live fast die hard agenda.”

Asmodeus gasped, “Oh, you love him!” he stared at Alastor with delight. His flames flared a bit brighter. He was so happy for Lucifer, to have a loving, caring Alpha after so long! He could smell the blood and sin this one was steeped in, but the love was undeniable. “And yes, they are busy, but for different reasons…each Ring is…specialized really. Whereas the Pride Ring, being home to all the Sinners which could align to any number of sins, is a mixture of bits of everything.” 

Alastor's eye twitched. Why wouldn't this ‘lust’ demon leave his feelings well alone? “You seem to care a lot about how Lucifer and I ‘feel’ for someone whose sin is built around the carnal pleasures.”  not that he wanted their physical lives pried into either but still couldn't he bother someone else?

Satan scooted over to Vaggie; she had a lot of wrath under all that unimpressed air, maybe they had something to talk about. “So…. You like working out?” He asked

Asmodeus tilted his head slightly. “Hmmm, I may be the Sin of Lust, but-...” he hesitated then wilted slightly and averted his eyes. “Uh, yeah! So, um, make sure you keep him satisfied, that’s all!” he declared, and took off to get a drink, feeling flustered.

Alastor blinked, well that would be an interesting wound to pick at later. 

Vaggie stiffened slightly and blinked up at Satan, leaning back from him slightly before shrugging and nodding. “Uh, yeah? I train daily…” 

Satan’s wing's perked up, “So do I what's your favorite? I personally like bench pressing because Yogirt looks at my abs when I do.” He said, remembering honesty was a good way to go when making friends, right?

Vaggie looked thoughtful, glancing up at the little…imp? At his shoulder. There was a candle on his head, so was he part baphomet…? She glanced towards Charlie, biting her bottom lip. “Uh…bench pressing is good…um, spear katas are fun…?” she suggested. 

“Ah a melee fighter I too prefer the spear” Satan nodded his head respectfully.

---

Lucifer stirred, slowly opening his eyes before gasping and sitting up quickly, eyes darting around as he searched for his mate. His scent was distressed and he bit back a whine when he noticed the crowd of Sins still in the foyer. Oh, that hadn’t been a dream…he noticed the blanket and then looked down and saw Belle sleeping on the floor. 

Oh, she’d examined him, hadn’t she? He’d spaced out a bit…

Alastor was over by the drinks, face flushed as he chatted things up with Bee; in his hand was a cup of Beelzejuice and he certainly was not on his first.

“Oh Ms. Bee I assure you if I got my jukebox down here this would be a party worth having!” Alastor bragged, downing his fourth cup and smacking her in the back, “I'll have you know, despite how dead I am, I never stopped being the life of any party!”

Lucifer began to relax and his scent sweetened back to his usual orchard apple sweet with notes of cinnamon and honey mead. He realized how much he had missed his siblings, and seeing them all here, socializing, with the rest of his new family, healed an ache inside him he hadn’t even noticed after so long. He watched Alastor fondly, loving how charming his stag was when he was in his element. 

He still wanted kisses though. He gave an insistent fawn squeak. 

Bee turned from her current drinking mate to glance towards Lucifer when she heard him stirring. She smiled, and tilted her head slightly. “Huh, that was a cute sound-” she began. 

Alastor turned grinning, “Oh, that's my lovely, he misses his buck~” Alastor practically danced over, skipping right over Belle to be at Lucifer's side to lean over and give him a smooch, “Did you have a good nap my doe?” He cooed, “Is there anything I can fetch you?’

Lucifer grinned and wrapped his arms around Alastor’s neck and returned the kiss before nuzzling him. “You’re drunk!” he accused with a laugh. He was giddy with relief and his happiness was bubbling up within him. “I did have a good nap…and I think I’m hungry?” 

Bee popped her head up over Alastor’s shoulder. “Oh, lovely, do you have any cravings? You need to watch your sugar intake!” she declared as she put a pair of hands on her hips and gestured with her upper pair to manifest a bowl of fruit. 

“Darling I'm barely tipsy! And I'll fetch you whatever your heart desires! Oh! Have you met my friend Bee? She can make food out of thin air! Isn't that amazing?!” He said with delight.

Lucifer laughed again and reached up to cup Alastor’s cheeks in both hands as he pulled him down for another, more searing kiss. He devoured the sinner’s mouth before releasing him with a wet pop.

“It is amazing.” he agreed and then reached for the bowl of fruit. “Bee, did you give him Beelzejuice? You know you need to be careful with sinners!” he chastised lightly, but really he was incredibly amused.

“Oh, you know I’d never urge anyone to overindulge to a level where things become, like, uncool! But he needed to loosen up!” Bee giggled. 

“Oh it's fine, I used to pound moonshine like a sailor up top babe. Now I was thinking of bringing some tunes down here. Did you want to dance?” Alastor asked.

Lucifer hummed and popped a grape into his mouth as he blinked up at Alastor thoughtfully. “Beelzejuice is different, dear. It’s…something Bee makes special. It’s mainly for Hellborn…it’s gonna hit you harder.” he said gently before eating a strawberry and then setting the bowl aside. “And I’ll always dance with you!” he added sweetly.

Bee was cooing, they were so cute . 

Alastor beamed “Wonderful! I'll get it all set up!” He said standing and using magic to bring his music down here and creating a dancefloor soon exciting jazz filled the air and Alastor swept Lucifer up.

Lucifer giggled and waved to Bee before letting Alastor sweep him to the dance floor. He smiled warmly up at his mate, following his every guiding touch with a fluid grace. 

Bee landed beside Asmodeus and hummed. “He’s a good Alpha…” she declared. 

“Yes if only he wasn't so cagey but perhaps that can be fixed with time we have forever after all,” Asmodeus said watching “Want to dance too?” He asked.

---

1 month later

Lucifer huffed, standing sideways in front of a full-length mirror as he examined his profile. He was certainly starting to show, and apparently the babies had inherited their father’s size. He stroked one hand over his baby bump, humming absently to himself. He tilted his head and placed his other hand under the bump, shifting his stance as he considered how much he was filling out. 

He was dressed in a soft pair of lounge pants that clung to his hips just under his bulging tummy, and a loose shirt that fell just above his waist. Both in white and pink of course. 

“Hmmm, now who's that sexy beast in the mirror?” Alastor asked, wrapping his arms around Lucifer and looking at him in the mirror. “I've got breakfast ready downstairs my dear.”

Lucifer blinked, leaning back against Alastor and peered up at his Alpha. “You don’t think I look fat…?” he asked softly. He grimaced at the mention of food and averted his eyes with a sigh. “Not hungry…” he added with a huff. He felt nauseous at just the thought of it. The morning sickness was getting worse, and he hated it. 

“Perish the thought, darling, you look perfect as you do every day.”  Alastor said and rubbed his tummy, “you have two fawns in you, they're just taking a little space that's all. And I made a light soup… you can have it later if you aren't hungry right now.” He assured.

Lucifer relaxed as the tension left his shoulders and he nodded. He hummed as Alastor stroked his abdomen, soothed by his touch. “I think I can try the soup…” he decided. He tilted his head and glanced at the mirror again, admiring their forms together. They did paint a pretty picture. “What do you hope for? About the babies?” He asked softly. Did Alastor want boys? Girls? Angelic or demon? 

“Hmm, girls, really I never did get along with men well; but I'd love them if they were boys just as well, I promise,” he assured and rubbed his belly, “Sweet little things like you. Though I hope they don't fly, that would be a nightmare to keep up with.”

Lucifer hummed thoughtfully as he nodded. “Oh yes, flight would be something to plan for.” he mused, considering it. “We’d need to tether them.” He added with another nod. He smiled up at Alastor. “You’ll make a great ‘girl dad’ with ribbons in your hair…” he giggled. 

His ears went back a second at the thought, “Well, if I must.” He chuckled a bit, “Rosie always said I'd look good in a dress.” He let Lucifer go to do a pretend curtsy “Your majesty.”

Lucifer blinked once before beaming. “You’d look lovely in a ballgown!” he declared smugly before leaning close and tipping Alastor’s chin up with a claw. “You look good in anything, Alpha…” he purred. His tail was out and wagging. 

Alastor chuckled, “I bet you'd look good in one as well, maybe we should both practice being girl dads…” he purred and leaned up to kiss him.  He picked Lucifer up and cradled his pregnant omega in his arms, “Maybe after your breakfast.”

“Oh, of course! I’ve worn dresses before!” Lucifer agreed brightly before smirking and laying his head against Alastor’s shoulder as he closed his eyes. “Mmm…I have some dresses that I think you’ll really enjoy…” he cooed. 

“We'll see, my darling,” he was certain he would like Lucifer in almost anything; he took him downstairs and sat him at the table and got his soup, everyone else had already eaten and were doing their work. Alastor hadn't wanted him assaulted with all the normal smells of breakfast since that could make him sick.

Lucifer kicked his bare hooves as he waited for Alastor to serve him and considered the aromatic soup thoughtfully before trying a sip. “Hmmm, this is good!” he declared as he looked adoringly up at his mate. 

“I was hoping you'd think so. I tried to make something that would be easing on the senses and the palette,” Alastor rubbed his shoulders, pleased he'd succeeded

Lucifer hummed and leaned into his Alpha’s touch as he continued to eat. “I am so lucky that you are the Alpha that claimed me…” he said softly. 

“Yes, you are.” Alastor said in all his ego. But then he leaned down and nuzzled Lucifer gently “But I admit I'm pretty lucky that I ever found a one of a kind omega like you. Know no one else could have ever handled me.”

Lucifer leaned up to nuzzle Alastor in return, humming softly before kissing the Alpha’s cheek. “Mmm…it’s not your fault that your instincts are so volatile.” he murmured. He shifted to nuzzle Alastor’s neck. Scenting him. 

Alastor purred as he was scented, “Perhaps, but perhaps not, it's not like I ever tried either… but I'm glad it was you; getting to know you has been far more delightful.” He was happy his first impressions of the king had been wrong. He'd needed help, not judgment, and while it didn't really make him believe more in Charlie's idea it did make her redemption idea make more sense to him.

Lucifer nipped at Alastor’s jaw with a soft growl, hard enough to draw blood before lapping at the bitemark. He had stopped listening to Alastor, intent on his scent. He was feeling horny again. When he wasn’t hormonally despondent, or throwing up, he was horny. 

“Oh dear, I see breakfast is over.” Alastor purred and moved them back upstairs, his shadow coming out to help with Lucifer, hands roving over their mate.

Lucifer grinned unrepentantly and shrugged as he clung to Alastor, moaning happily as he arched beneath their touches. Alastor had been much gentler with him lately, and he was positively aching for it. He snapped his clothing away and rolled onto his stomach, lifting his hips up. “Please…” he begged breathlessly. 

“As my king commands” Alastor purred and got behind him, leaning down and began licking his poor aching cunt before pushing his tongue in. He may not always want to fuck his lovely omega but he was always down to have a taste and prepare him for what was to come.

He squished his plush ass with his hands and moaned as he sucked on his poor clit, thrusting his tongue in further as Shadow moved to rub Lucifer’s back and massage his wingbeds.

Lucifer rolled his eyes, about to scoff about such formalities before moaning as he finally got the relief he had been seeking. He relaxed, pressing his breasts against the floor and arching his back, pressing his aching cunt further into Alastor’s face greedily. “Mmmm~!” he moaned happily, head lolling when Shadow began soothing the little aches in his back. 

He was drooling slightly as Alastor began sucking his clit, his slick leaking more now, soaking Alastor’s face. “Ah…ah, there…ah!” he begged when that thick, clever muscle began fucking into him. Not as thick as Alastor’s cock, but so flexible…

Alastor swirled it around and pushed it deeper, loving every moan and cry he made. Lucifer had the voice of an angel in his filthiest moments.

Shadow leaned down and nipped at Lucifer's neck eager to hear more. It was already done manifesting the cock it would be fucking the king with and was just waiting for the real Alastor to get out of the way 

Lucifer whined, thighs trembling as he tried to not collapse on top of Alastor. “uh….Al…please…” he gasped, squeezing his eyes shut as he shifted his arms to better brace himself. “Oh…oh!” he keened, eyes rolling back as he squirted all over Alastor’s face. 

Alastor groaned and slowly pulled his tongue out and licked his face. “My, how dirty,” he chuckled, sitting back as Shadow took his place, “A little more warning would have been nice,” he chuckled as Shadow took his hips in hand and thrusted in.

Alastor moved to lay beside Lucifer admiring how beautiful he was being fucked by the image of himself he reached out and stroked his dotted cheek.

Lucifer was completely unrepentant as he glanced down at his mate, feeling a little smug to have marked him with his scent. His gaze jumped to Shadow and he waited with eager anticipation, thankfully the shade did not leave him wanting long. He moaned, dropping his head forward to press his forehead to the floor. He nuzzled into Alastor’s hand when his mate joined him on the floor. 

“Hmm you look so lovely when you are full of cock. I bet you love my shadow filling you up.” Alastor cooed, pulling Lucifer into his arms and holding him so he didn’t get carpet burn on his sweet face.

Lucifer managed a grin as he cuddled against Alastor, moaning softly and nodding. “Mmm, yeah…yeah…I love…it.” he agreed breathlessly. “So…much…” he reached out to clutch at Alastor with one hand, clenching around the Shadow’s cock. “Mmmm~! Ah! AH!” 

Alastor took his hand and entwined their fingers, “Oh, so sweet and beautiful, my darling. I could just eat you up,” he used his other hand to pull him up into a kiss.

Shadow smacked his cute ass as he watched them both make out. 

Lucifer hummed happily as he melted against his mate.