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“So what has happened to my husband?”
Alastor follows behind Stolas the tall owl Goetia through his large estate. Lucifer had gone out with the sins, a rare bout of socialness for the reclusive fallen angel, and the radio demon had declined to accompany him to spend a quiet evening at home. While their marriage allowed the sinner to cross into the other rings and he now attends monthly meetings with the king, the other leaders of Hell are too rambunctious for him to consider giving up his free time. The Goetia and their continuous scheming were far more entertaining and he enjoyed tea with Stolas when Lucifer visited the prince.
He should have realized the night was going south when random love songs kept popping up from the radio in their bedroom. Alastor had later received a call from Asmodeous that he was taking his husband to the Goetia territory for everyone's safety and asked if he would pick the smaller man up. The rooster sin had not explained further as it sounded like he was wrestling the fallen angel from the air so the demon made his way to the palace to take the elevator to the Goetia plane between rings.
Stolas hoots in laughter as he guides the sinner into his home and through numerous hallways. “A couple of times throughout the centuries Lucifer has become inebriated enough to…forget himself. Usually we would call Lilith as he could recognize her but…well.”
Alastor’s ears pin back at the mention of Lucifer’s ex-wife. They had been devoted to each other for many years at this point and had raised their beloved child Bellamy together, but it was nothing in comparison to the king’s history with the first woman. And the radio demon had quite the possessive streak. It was something he was trying to work on for his husband’s sake, his own jealousy or insecurities should not impact the other’s success in working through the bad and good of his previous marriage.
“I know Luci can get excitable when he is three sheets to the wind but never a danger to Hell's inhabitants,” the demon chuckles, the image of his powerful lover rending Hell in the biblical sense sending a shiver up his spine.
He wished something as easy as too many spirits could inspire bloodlust in his little angel. But alas, the man was simply more clingy and cuddly when drunk with a slight tendency to try and fly about. They had spent many a night wrapped in a blanket in his radio tower listening to soft jazz after partaking in Huskers bar when they lived at the hotel. Once Bellamy had grown into his own, the two had given him the cabin in the bayou as his own residence and purchased a small French style townhouse in Cannibal Town. Lucifer was still heavily affected by the palace, its years served as his self imposed prison and a haunting reminder of his failures too much for Alastor to ever commit to moving them in permanently. It mostly functioned as a meeting place for the king, sins or overlords, but it always negatively affected his husband's moods after.
Over the years Alastor had been privileged to learn many things about Lucifer. While during the accidental pregnancy that led to their union he had seen the other at extreme highs and lows, he could now appreciate the king in a more healthy state. He was proud to see how far the once depressed and isolated man had flourished with a little love and attention. And while the demon would not admit it, years of partnership had certainly gentled the once ravenous serial killer. Alastor knew he was more patient, never wanting to make Bellamy feel unloved or like a burden, and loving, much more willing to show his soft under belly to his beloved and be vulnerable.
“This is a different state I’m afraid.” The owl stopped in front of a fogged glass door to face the other man, interrupting his musings. “In excess Bee’s juice can pull out the more angelic side of the king, almost like his original form. Poor Lucifer will think he is back in Eden and forget to contain his more heavenly powers. His grace can naturally harm demons without him even realizing it.”
Alastor tilted his head curiously. “Then why bring him to the Goetia estates?”
“We are the closest thing to the angelic form after the battle for the Light bringer's cause and subsequent fall. While Charlotte, Bellamy and Lulu are of higher stock as archangels and heirs, we Goetia retain most of an angel's avian features,” Stolas says, sweeping his hands down his body as example. “Asmodeus is the only sin still able to be close to the king’s grace when this happens.”
The relationship with Heaven was much better now that there is a working system for redemption. The princess had proven her dream was a reality and possibly that Lucifer's punishment from God had been to fix what his son corrupted with sin all along. Many sinners had been redeemed at this point and while the work took years for some souls depending on their reasons for being in Hell, the wait list for the Hazbin Hotel was highly sought after. Alastor had been a part of many meetings with his husband and stepdaughter over the years and had witnessed angels in many forms. Emily and Sera had become more comfortable and stopped wearing their human guises to exhibit the more avian features Stolas was mentioning.
“And in the past the former Queen was from Eden where Lucifer’s drunken mind reverts to…” the radio demon thinks out loud.
“Exactly!” the owl chirps and claps his hands, making the demon's ears pin back in annoyance. “I believe your new bond with the king should keep you safe from his grace and we can’t have him escaping into Hell where a random citizen could have their eyes burnt out from just looking at his holiness.”
The radio demon squints up at the Prince, this was beginning to sound more like one of his working theories than solid knowledge. But he supposes if Lilith was safe as a sinner then his own link to Lucifer should have similar protection. He certainly doesn't need a weepy angel in the morning if he allowed a few measly sinners to be burnt to a crisp by his husband’s divinity.
“I have been keeping him entertained in the indoor greenhouse naming plants while we wait for you.” Stolas waves his hand and a grimoire appears. “Just in case, let’s alter your appearance so we don’t startle his majesty and invoke a smiting!”
Magic flows from the book and washes over the demon as the prince chants in another language. Alastor hisses and clenches his fangs at the unwelcome spell, noting to have a conversation with the prince about asking permission in the future and explaining what he is doing before unleashing unknown magic on someone. It had been years since his own contract and chains had been broken but that did not mean the trauma itself was gone.
“Oh my!” Stolas’ hand covers his beak as he takes in the sinner now before him. “Our dear Lucifer sure does know how to pick em’…”
Alastor growls and takes a threatening step towards the owl demon when he catches a flash of his reflection in the fogged glass behind the taller man. It has been so long he hardly recognizes himself. Dark skin and curly hair now replace the demonic features he has grown accustomed to. The small gap between his front, blunt, human teeth taunt him where his predator fangs once were. And chocolate eyes instead of crimson glare back at him. It's odd to see his human self in his red suit and coat, the Louisianan boy had never been able to afford anything so tailored or fine. His clothes had been hand me downs from his father that his mother had sewn to fit his thin frame. The demon almost wishes he had been wearing one of his official suits as consort, to see himself far above the station he had deemed him worthy of in life.
“It is a spell that I use when my work takes me to the human world. The effects will disappear with time or if the spell is disrupted so no one else but Lucifer will see you like this, do not worry.”
The radio demon hums in acknowledgement. Lucifer himself has not seen him in his human skin. The swamp monster that sired their only child is a favorite form of his majesty’s along with Alastor’s many other demonic stages. He had long ago let go of his human side, preferring the predator he transformed into. But for a moment he sees the traces of his mother; her high cheek bones, the arch of his eyebrows, and the darker color of his ancestors. Even the soft features he had not appreciated when alive because all he could see reflected in mirrors were the ones that reminded him of his father. He wonders if his husband will remember any of this in his drunken state, if he will see what Bellamy inherited from the remnants of his human soul.
“I will leave you to get undressed.” A surprised radio feedback buzzes between them, to draw out another charmed chirp from the owl. “Well there weren’t clothes in Eden were there?” Stolas offers by way of explanation as he turns back down the hall they came from.
It’s odd not to feel his deer ears pin back in annoyance, only the familiar pull of his top lip in a snarl. He sighs in defeat and snaps his clothes away. Hopefully the Goetia Prince is correct and the fallen angel’s grace does not harm him. But for Lucifer he is willing to risk it.
Alastor steps into the greenhouse and is immediately engulfed in the hot air of the tropic-like environment. The indoor garden is filled to the brim with all kinds of plants, a passion of Stolas’ that Lucifer shares when they come for tea. The demon always enjoyed seeing the way his little angel lit up at the sight of all the plants, a part of him still wonderfully excitable like when he was in the first garden of humanity. The greenhouse is filled with tall tropical trees that stretch to the ceiling, vines crawling across the glass dome, a dirt floor covered in grass overgrown wild and carnivorous plants that are large enough to likely consume a full grown demon. The air is saturated in different floral scents and smells like the peak of a ripe and fertile spring. In the distance he can hear a bubble of water from an artificial stream or fountain.
The familiar scent of earth and greenery reminds him of his swamp in New Orleans and the pocket dimension that still fills their old room at the hotel their son now resides in. Over the years Lucifer's angelic influence in the room had only made the illusion more real, pulling the memories from his husband’s subconscious to make it just as authentic as the garden he now stands in. The demon is dragged from his thoughts at the sound of familiar wings fluttering in the distance so he heads in that general direction.
He finds his lost angel hovering in the air gently cupping blooms growing on vines hanging between the trees. Lucifer is wearing a white robe his husband has never seen him in, his wings are pure white and missing the red plumage underneath, and his skin glows with angelic grace thrumming just under the surface. He is as beautiful as always, but there is something enchanting at glimpsing a being so close to God’s first creation.
Lucifer's expression is innocent and curious, lacking the age of a being that has lived with his mistakes for millennia and the deep sadness that never leaves his eyes. It’s a look the demon only catches in fleeting moments; between kisses, sleepy mornings, and while looking at his children. Alastor almost wants to duck and hide, to allow his lover this peace while he can. But the fallen angel must sense the new presence in the garden and he finds the sinner within the shrubbery. His eyes are still red on gold, a trait the other may not have noticed to change without a mirror.
“Oh hello!” Lucifer chirps and glides down to the other man, rather lopsidedly Alastor notices. “And who are you? I did not realize we were making more humans aside from natural reproduction!”
The smaller man’s bare feet touch down on the earth and it is startling to see toes instead of hooves. Alastor looks down to see his own human toes in front of the king’s and wonders if the spell is only a glamour or if he can feel the angel’s skin if he were to nudge him. Lucifer makes an inquisitive chirp, after years together the demon has learned how to interpret many of his bird-like sounds, and tilts his head to the side. Alastor tries to hide his fond smile with an old award winning smirk he once created to draw horrid humans to their deaths.
“Pleasure to meet you mister Angel!” The demon’s hand pops up between them for a handshake. “Alastor is my name and I was sent to fetch you by the others-“
His words fizzle out as Lucifer grabs his hand in both of his smaller ones. The touch is warm, like he has been laying out in the sun, and the stark difference between their skin tones is even more noticeable in his human guise. Even after all these years his presence can take his husband’s breath away. The fallen angel presses his fingers into the taller man’s palm, then holds his hand against Alastor’s like he is comparing their size. His eyes blink lazily while he processes whatever thoughts he can string together in an inebriated state. Back to the little creator his Morningstar was before it was all ripped away.
“It’s like you were made from the earth! You are so different from Lilith and Adam!” Lucifer smiles beautifully at the other. “What a wonderful idea, to be made in the image of this planet instead! I so love Father’s newest creations!”
The radio demon can feel his face warm at the compliment and knows without his demonic features it is much more visible. A sound like tinkling bells fills the air as the king laughs, intertwining their fingers to tug the other to follow.
“Well come on and I will show you around! Adam should really be doing this but it can be our little secret,” Lucifer whispers and winks back at him.
Even in Eden his little devil was a rebel. Was there ever a future where this Lucifer doesn’t give humans the fruit of knowledge? He doesn’t think so.
Deciding he can allow this husband a little more time in this peaceful state Alastor lets the fallen angel prattle on about the new plants in the garden, questioning which one of his brothers came up with their designs, while the demon makes sure the smaller man doesn’t stumble with his uncoordinated steps. Alcohol rarely gets the other man this drunk as his angelic body can handle copious amounts, but the beezlejuice must be on a different level. Lucifer's cheeks are charmingly dusted in gold, his words a little slurred, and his grace is sending warm shivers along the other man's furless skin. A small part of him shamelessly flaunts over the fact that their bond protects him from the pulses of angelic power seeping from the king, another thing he has taken from the former queen.
Watching Lucifer gush about ‘Eden’ and the plan for humans brings a warm smile to the demon’s face. He imagines this is how the other being was when he was still an innocent angel; full of passion and naive love. Alastor wonders how God and his brothers didn't see that humans would fall in love with such an exuberant being. The plan was doomed to fail from the beginning. Lucifer has always been the light in the dark, the most beautiful creation and the guiding star for new souls. His hand tightens around the smaller one in his grasp, his own possessive nature coveting the a fine mate he has somehow ended up with in his damnation.
Wherever Lucifer may be is Alastor's personal Heaven.
A large flower that reminds the sinner of a pitcher plant on Earth catches the angel’s attention and he lets go of the taller man to flutter over to it. Alastor threads his hands behind his back and watches as the smaller man peaks into the mouth of the plant, speculating if it is to collect rain water for humans to safely drink. Stolas will surely return to collect the two of them at some point and he wonders if he can convince his king to drink some water to sober up when the plant suddenly spews some sort of pollen all over the man before it.
Lucifer sputters in surprise and he flaps his wings to back up when vines shoot out to wrap around his legs. An alarmed squawk drives the radio demon into action and he springs up grab at the angel, dropping them to the ground as the plant tries to drag them towards its opening. Now that it is tipped forward Alastor can see sharp thorn-like teeth lining the inside as fluid seeps out onto the ground, sizzling as it touches the soil like acid. An inhuman growl startles the angel wrapped in his arms as the demon stomps on the vines and pulls them back, digging in his heels as it tries to fight for the meal.
His shadow that has been lying silently dormant while they were disguised as human shrieks and attacks the vines with its own sharp fangs and claws. The plant, likely one of Stolas’ prized carnivorous plants, yelps in pain and releases its prize, using its vines to defensively swat at the new threat. Alastor sweeps the angel into his arms and heads deeper into the greenhouse, calling his shadow to leave the poor plant so they can tend to their mate.
“Wha-what was that?!” Lucifer squeaks as he watches the minion wave cheerily at him before disappearing back into the demon’s shadow.
“What was what dear?” Alastor plays dumb and follows the sound of water, hoping the angel will forget the extension of himself and not become defensive and suspicious.
He does not see any of the yellow pollen that covered the little angel mere moments ago but he can smell it on the other’s skin. Stolas is going to hear an earful from him for not making sure his more dangerous plants are better trained then to try and eat the King of Hell! While it could not truly kill the smaller man Lucifer is far too kind to tear the beloved plant to shreds to be free, likely sitting in its acid until someone came and rescued him like the naive little angel he thought he was once again. If he so much as got even a mild rash from this the radio demon would return to murder the plant himself.
Finally they came to a small clearing with a pond that had little streams branching out to take water to different areas of the greenhouse. The demon gently sits his husband down beside it and looks him over. He sees no lingering bruises or marks where the vines had grabbed Lucifer and no golden blood staining the white robe. The white wings are puffed up but he sees no bent or missing feathers. Thankfully the plant seems to have only spooked the other man and caused no superficial damage, it only slightly curves his killer intent towards the Goetia’s garden.
“A-Alastor? Something doesn't feel right…”
He meets the fallen angel’s eyes to find they have inverted to gold irises on red sclera. Steam pours from Lucifer's panting lips and his face is now flushed gold. Alastor can smell the beezlejuice being metabolized as the other’s body temperature starts to rise in some sort of reaction. He gently reaches out a hand to touch the other’s forehead with the back of his hand, causing the angel to gasp and lean into the touch, lips coming up to nip softly at the dark flesh.
“Perhaps you should wash off, little angel? That plant doused you in something.” Alastor cocks an eyebrow up as he watches the smaller man reach up to grab his hand and nuzzle it against his cheek.
“Why-” Lucifer groans as he stands, stumbling worse than when he was only under the influence of alcohol. “Why would my brothers make such a thing?!”
Alastor had only meant for his husband to splash his face but the angel sits down right in the pond, the water coming up to his chest. The six white wings spread out and then flap against the water, spraying the demon as well as the small man scrubs at his face. He has to bite his tongue not to laugh at Lucifer's very good impression of a bird in a bird bath, or perhaps like one of the ducks he loves so much. But before he can comment on the comparison of angels and their avian look-alikes Lucifer stands and Alastor is treated to the first temptation of Eden.
The robe now clings to the small body beneath, his pale gold blushed skin showing through the now transparent material, and curves that look like they are carved in marble. Pebbled nipples grab his attention first as his eyes travel down between the soft pecs, the line of his sternum, and the soft pooch of his belly, until he finally sees the bulge tenting the wet robe. Alastor can feel his own body reacting to the heavenly sight. But the broken moan from his husband drowns out the blood pumping in his ears and he finds his angel tugging at the wet garments collar.
“I-I don't think it helped!” Lucifer bites his bottom lip, eyes wide as he tries to figure out what's happening to him.
Alastor watches, mesmerized as the angel’s hands run down his own body, shivering at the feeling of his heated skin radiating from the wet robe, until he reaches his hard cock. A delicious hiss seeps past his bitten lips and the hand presses firmly onto the length like he can make it return to its normal state. It obscenely bounces right back up when his hand retreats. The angel's wings flare out in display as he looks at the human unsurely, feathers shaking as his eyes dilate while he slowly blinks. Another inhuman whine like an elk claws from deep within the demon's throat and the smaller man startles.
“Come here Angel, I can help you.”
Lucifer approaches cautiously, perhaps questioning for the first time where this “new human” in Eden truly came from but too desperate to make the sudden feelings calm. The robe drags in the water, heavy and cumbersome, but still pristine and white as if it had not just been dipped in pond water. Alastor sits on his knees and reaches for the other man, trying to tug up the water logged clothes weighing his husband down. The angel snaps his fingers when he realizes what the sinner wants and suddenly all that heated flesh is exposed and a new scent fills the air.
The pollen the plant sprayed the little angel with oozes from the pure white skin, its floral scent mixing with Lucifer's natural pheromones to make a deadly concoction. Alastor recalls the Goetian Prince once talking about a plant he had cross breed to produce a pollen that could be mixed with perfumes to enhance the wearer's natural pheromones and attract potential partners of natural chemistry. Stolas is quite the romantic and hoped to fix arranged marriages by helping others find a suitable partner among candidates with science, knowing the practice was far too ingrained in their society to just completely stop it all at once. But this amount of direct skin contact to the pollen seems to have worked like an aphrodisiac, the fallen angel going into a heat similar to Alastor's seasonal ruts.
The radio demon supposes this was one way to burn off the alcohol in the angel’s system.
In this form his husband’s skin is as pure a fresh fallen snow, the burn marks on his arms and legs after the fall seemingly gone. With his member curved up towards his belly Alastor can see he also has a cunt hiding just underneath, the hood of his pearl just visible between his quivering thighs. Like he knows where the taller man's eyes are looking, the soft legs squeeze together. Lucifer trembles under the intense gaze of the other man and his hands come up to hide himself.
“Um, you humans are made similar to our image…” the hands that press down on the lovely cock makes the angel whine as he tries to modestly cover himself.
“Oh yes, the other seraphim have explained the role mankind is to play in populating the Earth,” Alastor hums, slowly reaching for the shy being to gently grab his wrists and move them aside.
“They have?” Lucifer gasps as the demon grabs at his thighs, pulling him closer between his folded legs until the length hangs right before the other.
“Very technical, but I think I know how to help you.” A wicked grin stretches wide on the sinner's face, his hands following the curve of the angel’s ass to cup him and hold in place. “Would you grant me permission to help you divine one? You have helped us so much after all.”
Lucifer's face darkens further and he shyly nods, watching the other as his mouth opens and tongue lulls out. Alastor loves to sample his husband’s skin, worshiping his body like the fruit of knowledge once blessed to man. Years of being together has developed a healthy appetite in the once less than interested man. Surely only temptation itself could entice a man of high taste such as himself. When his tongue cradles the underside of that pretty white cock the angel lets out a shrill chirp that lets the demon know he is shocked at how good it feels.
Alastor loves to play his husband’s body like the golden fiddle on display in his radio tower.
He sinks down on the length slowly to not overwhelm the once innocent angel of Eden. Lucifer has never offered details of his time with Lilith or Eve in the garden and Alastor would sooner forget it ever happened then imagine his mate in the arms of another. But the being in front of him bucks into the warm cavern of his mouth, chest heaving and hands finding their way into curly brown hair naturally. Thankfully he is use to the other fucking his mouth and lets the smaller man move with his guidance, pulling his hips forward before dragging him back.
“Oh! Oh! A-Al I don't-”
Alastor listens for any discomfort or plead to stop but Lucifer only babbles as his tongue flattens under the sensitive vein and lips wrap tightly around the girth as he pulls back. The flushed skin feels feverishly hot, tastes sweet like nectar, the pollen surrounding all of the demon’s senses as it calls to him like a siren. To taste, to take, to devour the treat it has prepared for its own meal. He can feel his own salvia flood his mouth and drip down his chin with each thrust, his inner beast howling to releave their little mate of this torture and claim the desperate body being offered so willingly.
“Ah! Al! Alastor I-I feel something!” Lucifer wails, blunt nails digging wonderfully into the demon’s scalp right where his deer ears usually are, like the being knows they should be there under the haze of his alcohol and drugged mind.
A pleased rumble vibrates from his throat that makes the angel jerk his body faster, but it doesn't seem to be enough. One of his hands helping move the small body slides back around to the front, dipping down between his thighs to feel the heat of the angel’s core. Alastor moans at the slick already coating his fingers, the cunt practically soaking the plush thighs. Lucifer cries out at the new feeling, hips moving more frantically as the demon cups the sex so the angel can rut against his fingers while his thumb finds the sensitive clit to circle.
The hands in his curls yank him flush to the other man, the cock filling his throat as it grinds against the roof of his mouth. Alastor's nails dig into the back of Lucifer's thighs to keep him deep, his thumb working faster over the clit, fingers rubbing against his clenching hole without delving inside. Finally the light being shrieks in shock as his body locks up, cum shooting down his lover's throat and cunt spasming around nothing.
The radio demon pulls off the little angel, swallowing down the sweet seed and licking his lips in pleasure as he watches his husband twitch and buck against his hand still circling his feminine sex. Lucifer's eyes roll back and he collapses down into the sinner's lap, large hands wrapping around his back to keep him from falling. Alastor’s nose trails around the swan-like neck on display to him, scenting the pollen still seeping from the angel’s pores and trying to rub his own scent over it instinctually. He has to fight the urge to lick and mark the other, unsure how the inebriated man would react to a very animal-like behavior from the supposed human.
“Al-Alastor?”
The small hips in his lap start to grind down on the demon’s hard member trapped under the other. Alastor growls as the dripping sex glides over his cock, the air once again filling with the combined toxin of pollen and pheromones.
“It seems to still be in your system little angel,” the demon croons, wrapping his hands around the slim waist and looking down between them.
Lucifer's own golden flushed cock is trapped and still hard between them. Alastor spreads his own thighs to widen the angel’s knees, opening him more as the demon’s cock rocks between the folds and feels the dripping sex coat him in natural lubricant. Small hands claw at his shoulders, the lithe form trembling in a need he doesn't understand just yet.
“Oh angel,” he breathes in mock sympathy. “Lucifer Morningstar, let me help you?” the radio demon whispers sinfully in his husband’s ear, tongue slipping out to lap at the lobe. “It is natural for us humans, yes?”
Lucifer's lips tremble as he lets the large hands on his waist pick him up, lining the large member up to his contracting hole. The tip teases at the entrance, barely dipping inside and raging the pollen inside him even hotter. The holy being’s mind imagines the things they have prepared for humans; his body taking man’s member in such a sacred place, his stomach growing if the seed takes, the first human growing inside him instead of Lilith. His skin glows from the burning grace under the surface, gold magic glitters around him like the pollen, making the angel look ethereal in a way Alastor has never seen him.
“Think of it like a lesson.” The demon plants soft kisses against the other’s lips, earning a breathy gasp at the new feeling.
“Yes, yes please help me Al!” Lucifer’s arms wrap around the man’s neck, hips pushing back as he seeks the tantalizing stretch of the head of the cock his body is begging for.
Alastor groans, one arm wrapping around his husband’s back while the other grabs his shoulder to pull down and sink the small body onto his length. The tight heat that surrounds his cock is almost enough to make the demon thrust up completely, the need to claim his lover and renew their bond tearing at his inner beast’s control. But he controls himself and lowers the other slowly, knowing the angle will be deep and stretch the much smaller man to his limit. Lucifer whines and fights against him, trying to drop down and chase the heat coursing through his veins.
When he bottoms out both moan together. The demon can't help but buck shallowly, buried so deep in his little angel, a nudge from the bulge formed on his stomach pressing the hard cock between them against his abs. A flush burns over his own dark skin and Alastor wonders if the pollen is sinking into his blood stream now that they are so closely molded together. Lucifer buries his face in the taller man's shoulder so he licks at a shoulder exposed to him, tasting to see if he can tell the difference between Lucifer's pheromones and the toxin.
But everything is just as sweet and thick as honey.
His teeth sink into the soft flesh before him as he lets the angel rise before slamming him back down. Lucifer follows his rhythm, like the obedient angel he once was and learns how to move with the human. Their arms wrap tightly around their bodies, keeping the other close, skin becoming slick with sweat, and desperate sounds of their coupling filling the air. Like they can't bear to be too far from each other.
“Would you like me to fill you with a child?” Alastor huffs against the angel’s neck. “To become one with your beloved creations?”
Lucifer’s hazy mind whispers his own treacherous thoughts that have haunted him in Eden. To grow something instead of forming it, to be part of the grand plan instead of watching it unfold, to grant humans their full potential instead of keeping them like the other creatures of the garden. His cunt clenches at the thought of new life, of the first new human being part angel.
“OH! Alastor! I want-please I need-”
Alastor thrusts up harder, remembering the angel round with their only child. Back then he had only been on the side lines of the development, trying to not cross boundaries they hadn't discussed yet and not give in to his baser instincts to tuck his doe away. He imagines indulging every one of those urges now, coveting his heavily pregnant partner, parading around all of Hell that only his heirs can be sired in such a divine being, that only such a worthy and powerful mate could create life in damnation.
“Lucifer! My angel, mother of my child!”
Like prayers, the two get lost in their words, edging the other on as their bodies move instinctively. Like a dance, the oldest ritual of mankind, they answer the call that's been biologically wired into the descendants of stars.
Large hands slam the small angel down and back up repeatedly, his cock going deeper and deeper. Lucifer’s body clamps hard around him as he tries to keep him buried within, begging the other to rid his body of the burning heat and blasphemous desires. The length trapped between them ruts in their frantic movements, wrapped in its own heat and delicious friction of smooth sweat drenched bodies. Before long their dance goes from sensual like the cresting of waves to jolting and spasmodic, the sound of slapping skin and pleasure echoing in the glass dome.
Their climax crashes into them at the same time and they curl around each other tightly. Warm cum fills the hungry void created by the aphrodisiac, leaking where they are joined. Lucifer's own seed covers their stomach, marking the human as his own in his scent. Alastor purrs pleased, listening to his partner's soft overstimulated churrs as his body shakes in the after glow. The small body continues to grind down and hold him firmly, trying to milk every last drop of life giving seed. They both sigh and stay embraced, trying to slow their frantic heart beats while sinking into the other's skin like they can become one.
Soon however the angel is whining again, his hips starting to circle and seed gushing onto the demon's lap as his still hard member grinds within the other. A growl makes Lucifer whine and he is suddenly lifted and pushed to the earth on his knees. The wet, large cock ruts against his ass, spreading cum and his scent as Alastor’s hands circle the slim waist again, squeezing bruises on the porcelain skin.
“Don't worry sweet Angel, I won't leave you until you're satisfied…”
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By the time they have worked all the pollen from their systems the light being is full of seed in every place possible. His skin is covered in only his mate’s scent and aches in ways never imagined back in the first garden. Stolas finds them wrapped around each other, wings draped over their naked bodies as Alastor soothingly grooms his little husband’s face. Tomorrow Lucifer will hide under the covers in embarrassment as Alastor regales him with a tale of corrupting the Angel of Eden, stealing glances at the still human form of his husband as flashes of the night play back the sinful deed.
Tomorrow his body will change back to his fallen self, but the creation magic of his heavenly form will linger. The blasphemous prayers of their passionate union will swirl in golden magic within him with nowhere to go. Matter can not be destroyed, but it can be transformed.
Tomorrow something new and yet familiar will take its place.