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This was a terrible idea. Sure, by all normal people’s standards this was just a brisk November. But Lucifer knew better. Having lived next to the Erie Mist Mountain Pass his entire life, and being part of a large family that took great pride in keeping the secrets of this land and practiced an array of different occult traditions - he had every smell, twig, and peculiarity of this place memorized. So he knew that in the next few weeks was the season that all the worst kinds of scary will come out of the wood works.

This is why he was the best known guide, having taken hundreds of on foot expeditions through the mountain pass that even the most hardened wilderness explorers took on with great weariness. The three week hiatus on all expeditions was his recommendation that everyone in the vicinity followed, directly from his handbook. Not following said handbook has caused many a hiker to come back traumatized or injured beyond repair, or not return at all.

So, doing this with a bunch of newbie hikers calling themselves “the V’s” and claiming to be myth hunters, in this season, was beyond insane.

And yet, he was still shacking this absolute nut job’s hand. Why? Because Charlie’s birthday was coming up and he was nothing if not determined to throw the best 21st birthday for his daughter. Plus, he has in fact made that trek before, during this time, with little incident. If anyone could do it, he could. Just stay on the main trail, set up camp early and plan for a couple of extra days of travel to make up for it. No problem! Right? Well.

They came in looking so smug. The tall man in a blue suit and a scar over his left eye being the one to walk right up to his desk at the Wilderness outpost.

“Greetings! My name is Vox, we are the V’s and we were told you are the best guide in the region, specifically for the Erie Mist Pass.”

“Hello. You’ve come to the right place,” Lucifer said, throwing his phone down onto the table and straightening out to face the man, “When are you planning your hike?”

“In a week.” The Vox guy said.

“Ah-hah-ha, surely you know no treks are being taken through these woods for the next three weeks right?”

“We do, that is why we are asking you.”

“And you have experience for long hikes?”

“Absolutely, trust us!” The man gave him a cheesy finger gun.

Lucifer leaned over to side to look at Vox’s two companions. Standing right behind him with his arms crossed and one hip cocked out was another tall man wearing short shorts with long stockings, boots and a pink tube top with a scruffy head of pink hair. By the door leaning back on the wall with one foot raised was a girl with huge frizzy pig tails, dressed in a mismatched outfit with finger-less gloves, leather pants and a crop top. None of them gave off the vibe of seasoned hikers.

“Yeahhhh, hhoooo-kay, your little team has uh, has character! I’ll give you that. But none of you look like you’ve done more than a swift nature walk.” Lucifer leaned back on his chair, rapping his fingers on the table.

“Listen bud,” Vox leaned on his palms, fingers spread wide, “We are he V’s, we are famous myth hunters and we have been on many an expedition facing threats like you never believe. When I say we can handle it, we can handle it.”

“No you listen to me, bud,” Lucifer once again leaned forward, putting his elbows on the surface and intertwining fingers, “I am not the best guide in he area for nothing. The Erie Mist is not just some creepy old forest, its one of the oldest remaining nature and spiritual preserves in the world, never mind the tough hike itself. The shit that is in there will fuck you.”

Vox jumped back as if burned, suddenly redder than a tomato. “You… you mean… uh you mean fuck you up? Right?” His friend behind him cackled, giving him a strong pat on the shoulder before speaking for the first time with an odd mismatched accent.

“Now you’ve done it, there ain’t no way Voxie is backing out after that.”

“What? What did I say?” Lucifer’s brows furrowed in confusion.

“Enough. If you wanna discuss,” The over grown power puff girl finally joined them by the table and threw down an envelope between all three men. “Discusses this.” She popped a pink piece of gum, gesturing to Lucifer with her eyes to take a look at the contents.

Tentatively, Lucifer slid the envelope towards himself then peeked inside. He had to stifle a gasp at what he saw. A check for about ten times more than he would ask for a normal tour.

“That’s half.” Vox said, regaining his composure. “The rest when we get to the other side. And we will even throw in a bonus if we capture any good footage.”

“Alright.” Lucifer sighed, stretching out a hand, “Have it your way. Be ready here at 8am sharp a week from now. Plan for a six day trip. You bring your own supplies.”

After all the worst that he figured would happen is the three will not make it, but he would at least get this payment fair and square.

The blue clad man grinned at him and shook his hand. “Deal.”

* * *

To Lucifer’s grand surprise the three actually showed up on time, in clothes that were somewhat camping acceptable and with full looking hiking packs. This time he waited outside the outpost which was already locked up with notices plastered all over as to where he was. His own pack expertly put together down to the tiniest detail. Similar to their previous meeting, Vox was the one to walk up him.

“Good morning! I don’t think we properly introduced everyone last time but this is Valentino, Val for short.” He pointed to the slim pink clad man. His shorts still looked a little too short be comfortable for long distance walking in the chilly mountain side but otherwise his outfit at least not outwardly hindering. Then Vox pointed to the girl who wore all the latest expert hiking fashion in black and purple. Lucifer was pretty sure she had no idea what purpose any of her attire served, or that she wore it before, considering how crisp all of it looked, but at least she was wearing it. “And that’s Velvette.”

“Vox, Velvette, and Valentino. Ah.” Lucifer exclaimed putting it all together. “The V’s got it. Well, we better get going. In this season we will need to put camp down earlier than normal so we will need to move fast. Let’s go.”

“After you!” Vox gestured for Lucifer to go forward onto the trail. The guide had to admit, the fellow was at least enthusiastic and polite.

“Come on Voxie, let’s go find you a monster to fuck.” Valentino chuckled, hoisting his back pack higher up and securing the middle strap.

“What! No! That’s not!” Vox lost all of his poise, flushing from his neck upwards.

“I think he would rather a monster finds him.” Velvette corrected, before putting away her phone into the side pocket of her pack, and replacing it with a hand held camera.

“No hah-ha - come on.” Vox tried his best to divert. To his luck Lucifer was already walking away, not wanting to hear the rest of that conversation. So he yelled after the short man and started awkwardly jogging to catch up. “Hey, wait up!”

This is where the trio’s inexperience really showed. Sure, their packs were decently done, and they had all the latest equipment, but they lagged behind Lucifer at every turn. Forcing the man to slow down his already short stride to make sure they didn’t loose him in the woods. He would have no problem getting out of here alone, but he wanted that second payment. He had already thought up of many ideas for his daughters birthday. Specifically he wanted to buy her the two horses his neighbor and cousin, Carmilla, had born a couple of months back. Charlie had wanted horses for so long and had finally managed to open her own stable but still didn’t have a personal horse of her own. Silly, one might think, but Lucifer’s ex-wife always hated Charlie’s passion and as such never allowed her to own her own horse, only to rent and use those at different paddocks.

Her girlfriend Vaggie would also need one, so these two foals, Razzle and Dazzle, would be perfect. He had talked to Carmilla about it, but wasn’t sure he would be able to get the money for them for another few months. Until now that is. With the two payments he would be able to get them both and have some left over.

“Puta!” He heard a high pitched voice behind him and stopped to look back. Valentino had gotten cut on his bare thigh from some branches. It was bleeding pretty good. With an exasperated sigh, Lucifer backtracked to the trio.

“Lemme see, come on.” Lucifer said, taking off his pack and setting it on the ground.

“I got it!” Vox waved him off taking out some bandages from his pack and unraveling them, already doing everything wrong.

“Gimme that!” He grabbed the bandages out of the taller man’s hands, ripping off the contaminated part off. “God, its like you don’t know the first thing about field dressing.” Quickly he took out the disinfectant and gauze from his own pack before sitting down on one knee to reach for the other man’s wound.

“Oh yeah? Or you just eager to touch my thighs?” Valentino crooned, sitting down on the ground and extending his leg suggestively.

“Shut up. You sure you aren’t the one looking for a monster fucking?” Lucifer growled.

“Fucking monsters is his kink.” Valentino gestured with his chin to Vox, “I like petite pretty boys, like you.”

Lucifer shivered in disgust. “Okay creep, now you really gotta shut up before I think better of leading you out of this forest.”

Not that he was against having sex with a man, though he had never had a chance to try. He was married to Lillith very young, despite the protests of his family at the same-sex marriage. After that there was not only the problem of the whole town knowing him since before the divorce, but they also knew him before he was Lucifer, when he was still Lucille. It was, after all coming out of the closet, and his transition that started his divorce. Specifically when he got top surgery to look like the man he was. He didn’t mind his bottom bits, not having associated them with his identity, but being perceived as a woman when he wasn’t had eventually caused major depressive episodes in him that he still hasn’t completely gotten over. Getting that surgery was the best decision he has ever made for himself, but his wife didn’t agree. Not that he blamed her too much, she did marry him thinking he was a woman. But it still hurt when she didn’t support him after all they have been through together, including him agreeing to carry Charlie. That had caused some massive body dismorphia for him, but his daughter was ultimately worth it.

A rustle in the woods to the side caused him to startle out of reminiscing. He paused in the treatment looking towards the noise out of the corner of his eye, but saw nothing. Still, a prickling anxiety started crawling up the back of his neck. Perhaps this may have not been a good idea after all.

Faster now, Lucifer finished wrapping the wound up properly, “Alright, come on, I want to get to a specific camp sight by a creek today.”

They resumed their pace, making decent enough time. Lucifer would usually want to aim much further on the first day, but having less sunlight and clearly less experienced hikers with him, he figured the place he had in mind was the furthest they would be able to make it without getting terribly tuckered out, and before the sun started setting too far below the tree line. Luckily, the rest of the day went by without incident and they were able to get to the intended campsite. A flat clearing on the edge of a clear water creek.

“Setting up camp already? You tired old man?” Vox teased him.

“No. But you and your companions will be if we don’t pace ourselves. And in this season the last thing we want to be is out and about without camp and wards after the sun goes down.” Lucifer explained, setting down his pack and starting to unpack his covered hanging hammock. “Can you lot handle a fire?”

“Of course we can!”

They did. Shitty-ly. But it was a fire nonetheless. In the mean time Lucifer set his talismans out in a pentagram pattern to make sure none of the things more dangerous than bear and wolves could get to them. Velvette filmed him putting the stakes with he paper signs and bundles of herbs on them into the ground, skeptically explaining to the future audience what was going on. Lucifer found himself wondering what she was doing here as part of the “myth” hunters if she didn’t believe in any of it. But, whatever, with any luck she would have no reason not to remain a skeptic by the end of the trip.

“How’d y’all get into all this anyway?” Lucifer asked while sitting on the ground and eating his rations. Not exactly keen on conversation with this group, but tired of the silence. That feeling of eyes burrowing in the back of his head still not having gone away since the time they stopped to bandage Valentino’s wound.

Vox started on an explanation as he fumbled with his food, “Oh well, I -”

“We told you, Vox here has a monster fuck fantasy he is trying to fulfill, as his devoted friends, we’re helping.” Val said in between bites.

“That’s not it! Well, I do -” Vox admitted suddenly then shut him mouth with a loud snap before opening it again, “But that isn’t why I started this whole thing. I just had always had a passion for capturing on video things never seen before. And what’s more never seen before than what most believe to not even exist, you know?”

“I see.” Lucifer nodded. That was almost noble, even if he wasn’t keen to learn he was traveling with an actual bonafide weirdo.

“Gets views” Valvette shrugged her contribution.

“Wait until we get Vox being railed on camera, chikita, that will get views.” Val giggled, waving his spork at Vox.

“Would you stop!” Vox yelled out indignantly before turning back to Lucifer, “God, let a friend use your porn stash ONCE and you will regret it for the rest of your life.”

Even Lucifer couldn’t help but chuckle mildly at the exchange. These three were definitely something, even if they definitely weren’t hikers.

* * *

The night had fallen. Chillier than Lucifer expected, but no matter, he was prepared with an extra blanket in his hammock that was now placed between two tall trees. “I would recommend you guys get some sleep.”

“Pftttt, we’ll be fine. All the best stuff happens at night.” Velvette waved him off.

“Well I don’t want any of you complaining tomorrow about being tired.” Lucifer responded claiming into the hammock.

“We won’t” Vox assured him, “And we will be quiet.”

Lucifer nodded and closed the zipper, getting cozy in his capsule. He had tried many a contraption through out his many ears hiking, and found this to be best. Kept him from the ground so it was more comfortable and warmer. Easy to set up, and light to carry. He didn’t need a whole ass tent. He fell asleep easily, having full trust in his wards. Even if something lurked around the camp sight, it wouldn’t get by.

The first night was relatively uneventful. They woke up at the arse crack of dawn to move on. The three did indeed keep their word about not complaining of tiredness, though they did look it. Valentino swore he saw eyes out in the darkness. And Lucifer didn’t doubt him.

“Wendigos probably.” He told them. It was the thing that made the most sense, as they would be attracted by Valentino’s blood, even with the bandaging. Plus this was prime time for them to start coming out for the winter months.

“Can you fuck ‘em?” Valentino asked.

“No.” Lucifer shook his head, “They are spirits of cannibals. Many get lost out here and resort to eating their own before eventually dying themselves and that’s what they become.”

“Are they the only thing out here?”

“Hell no. There are probably hundreds of different types of monsters out here.”

It was the truth. Nobody truly had the the full picture of what lurked over here. Heck this whole monster fucking talk got him wondering if these monsters cross breed and what kind of monstrosities that would make. Which was not a train of thought he wanted to get into at all, but here he was, making the second day track while wondering what would a mix between a Wendigo and a Chaneque look like. Which was unfortunate, as the the road only got more torturous as it went on. More rocky, more changes in elevation, and slippery slopes.

But, somehow, they still managed to make it to Lucifer’s predicted campsite. Though a bit later than he would have liked, so he set up the wards hastily and went to bed quickly, hoping to get everybody up even earlier to get started. Worried that if they don’t they wouldn’t reach where they needed to be.

* * *

The small man woke up in the middle of the night, the moon so bright he could see its light through the fabric of his hammock. Mentally he checked that he set all the wards up properly and everything should be in order. He was about to tuck himself back to sleep when he heard the zipper of his hammock be opened and he was pulled out and dropped on the ground.

“OOohff! Ow! What the fuck!” Lucifer yelled, pawing reflexively above him.

“Awh feisty lil thing, I told you I like pretty little boys, did you think I was joking?” The small man finally manged to turn on his back and looked up to see Valentino above him, one leg between his knees and arms pinning Lucifer’s hands to the ground. His breath reeked of cheap alcohol.

“Get off me!” The small man protested, “I’m almost forty, not that makes your pedo ass any better.”

His response was one hand going to untuck his shirt from his pants. “Oh but you are… such a fine specimen.” Valentino hissed into his ear, fingers moist and gross as they crept underneath his shirt.

“Get the fuck away from me!” Lucifer kicked out knocking Valentino off him briefly, but unfortunately what the man lacked in sturdiness, he made up for in reach. He was grabbed once again by his shoulders after one negligent swipe from the lanky man.

This time Lucifer shifted his weight to the side, rolling them over a few times until his back hit a rock, knocking the breath out of him.

“You little fucking bitch. I ain’t doing any prep for you now.” Valentino wheezed with a high pitched noise, “Maybe shove this stupid thing up there first just to teach you a lesson!” Lucifer’s vision was hazy as he looked up. Before he managed to figure out what Valentino was holding, a head splitting screech came from behind his assailant and both men turned their heads there.

Lucifer’s eyes landed on Velvette, who was wide eyed and on her back, hastily crawling backwards while staring somewhere behind them. She raised one hand, shakily pointing over Lucifer’s shoulder, prompting him to turn around. There, he saw a pair of large scarlet eyes just in time for the figure to step into a pool of moonlight. It was giant, with large black antlers and long clawed arms.

“The fuck? How…” Lucifer scrambled to his feet, sobered up by the vision before him.

“Puta madre!!!!” Valentino yelled. Lucifer looked at him again, now actually seeing what was in his hand. Valentino was holding one of the wards, breaking the protective circle around them. Yet another creature came from the side, its eyes black as the void.

“Run!” Lucifer yelled and turned to bolt in the other direction, almost crashing into Vox who, like the crazy fucker he is, was running towards the creatures with a camera in his hands.

“Fuck! Move!” The tall man yelped.

Instead of arguing with him Lucifer just pushed him off to the side and bolted yelling, “Get the fuck out here! Try to get to a stream!”

It was their best bet as streams acted like holy water in moonlight. It didn’t work on everything, but worked on enough things that it was a decent guess. Unfortunately even he didn’t know where the nearest one was in the night. So the three idiots finding one was almost impossible. Good riddance for one of them at least. But Lucifer wasn’t dying here, he had Charlie to get back to. So he just ran as fast as his short legs would carry him.

“Save him for me. He touched my mate.” He heard behind him a low resonating growl oddly laced with static, “I will tear him apart.”

He didn’t hear the response as he kept running. Nor did he fully register the words due to his heart beat being louder. Lucifer started becoming tired, his limbs becoming heavy and unruly. But he did jump over a stream which gave him some hope so he slowed down, putting his hands on his knees. He tried catching his breath, but was failing epicly. By now he had no idea where exactly he was, he would have to wait until day time to recognize his surroundings.

A loud crunch behind him made the smaller man gasp. Fuck, these things were not affected by streams. I’m soooo fucked. He thought briefly before jumping into a sprint again. He was not giving up that easily! Maybe he could find a small cave? Or loose it somehow? Lucifer ran and ran and ran for what seemed like hours, though was probably mere minutes. Until his limbs practically gave out and he stumbled and fell, the breath knocked out of his rib cage.

The petite man tried to scramble up, only for the fall leaves below to betray him and send him falling back down again. His desperation not quelled by the pounding in his ears that seemed to echo the footsteps behind him. Before he could even make another attempt at a run, a large clawed hand grabbed his ankle and pulled him backward along the ground, shredding the front of his clothes against the twigs and stones.

Desperately, Lucifer tried to grab onto the roots of a near by tree to pull himself away from the frighting creature behind him. But it was to no avail, it was simply too strong. Another clawed hand grabbed the back of his shirt and ripped it clean off of him, followed by his pants. He was quickly flipped around on to his back, confronted by the face of the grinning creature.

Yeah that totally makes sense, surely the creature didn’t want to eat his clothes! Maybe it might skin me first too. Lucifer thought deliriously.

The monster’s smile was manic, red eyes glowed in the light of the barely started morning. The red curtain of black tipped hair dangled smoothly as the creature loomed over him. Lucifer felt weightless as with just one hand wrapped around his waist the creature hoisted him up and pinned him against the tree he only seconds ago was trying to use as his escape. It opened its maw, the bright wet tongue as long as the little man’s forearm came slithering out, thick globules of saliva coating it.

Its going to bite my head clean off. I’m dead. I’m so sorry Charlie.

But the bite never came. Instead, the creature splayed its palm across Lucifer’s chest, using the other to lift up one of his thighs, folding it to the small man’s chest. Exposing the cunt to-the cool fresh air and causing Lucifer to shudder.

“You have given me a good chase.” The creature huffed the words into Lucifer’s neck, its breath hot against his skin, “But I’ve caught you, little mate, now you will be mine.”

“What?” Lucifer asked with a trembling voice. The creature responded by nuzzling his neck, that tongue resting softly on his chest for a moment. Lucifer would later recall this moment as the exact time his sanity started going. Because the gesture felt affectionate. Like the creature was tying to scent and comfort him.

Before he could so much as register the absolute insanity of an observation that this was, the creature bent down while still holding him firmly against the tree. The tongue plunged inside of him in one smooth, wet glide.

“AHHHHHHHH kkkaahhhh ahhh!!!”

The scream it ripped from Lucifer was other worldly.

Now, by all sense and logic, that scream should have been due to Lucifer still being terrified. Scared out of his wits. He was by all accounts alone in the middle of the woods - as far as he knew the other idiots were dead - held by an eldritch creature against a tree. Its tongue mercilessly fucking into him. He should feel defiled. Violated even.

But that wasn’t why he screamed. No, it was because it felt absolutely divine. Heavenly. The most intoxicating pleasure one could imagine. The wet tongue went in and out, curling inside of him at the tip so hard he swore one would be able to see the swirl on his stomach. The base of it rubbing his clit with a rough but sloppy wetness that made him go limb. And if that wasn’t enough, the creature languidly pulled the tongue out, pushing its entire length, inch by inch, into Lucifer’s nub until the very edge then roughly stuck it all the way back in again. This time pressing its mouth against the whole of the cunt and sucking. The lewd squelching noise that made seemed to echo in Lucifer’s ears. Then the creature did it again. And again. And again.

Until the fear in Lucifer was fucked out of him. Completely replaced by wanton desire from being so thoroughly ravished. He glanced down at his captor and had to stifle a whimper as those ruby eyes observed him with a worshiping gaze. Like he was the most precious thing in the world. Perhaps the only thing in it.

Unable to hold that intense stare, Lucifer threw his head back hitting the tree behind him. Gasping as yet again that tongue pressed that one spot inside him and curled against it, sending a wave of pure pleasure up his spine. The stars above him swam back and forth from the continues rocking motion, the bark rough but not unpleasant on his back. Instinctively his arms reached out to hold on to the giant rack of antlers in front of him, holding on limply despite the creatures already tight hold.

The man’s body began to go numb with a tickling sensation even as the pressure of the incoming climax built. Breathless moans and whimpers escaped with each of his breaths until he the pleasure bomb exploded within him, and filled Lucifer’s eyes with tears. It hurt so good. The sensation raked through him, up and down his body for what felt like eternity. When he came down, he realized he couldn’t move.

His entire body had betrayed him and a renewed flash of panic burst. Senses returning like a brick to the chest.

No no no. I gotta get out of here. What is it going to do next? What if… What if…

“Shhhhhh shhh you’re okay my little mate. You did so well for me, truly a gift. I will take care of you now, you are in no danger.” The creature cooed softly, cradling Lucifer in its arms that were now a bit smaller. He looked up to observe the face above him which looked more like a man now.

Though not quite. It was still clearly not human, still a monster. Its features sharp and jagged, gangly like dark tree branches. But not quite so horrifying either. The antlers retreated to a smaller black crown, and the ears they were nestled between were fluffy and soft looking.

“Wh-whh ahhh-” Lucifer tried to speak. Tried to ask what this creature was. What it was doing. What it wanted with him. Anything really, but found his general body numbness also affected his tongue.

“Rest. All in due time.” The creature stated still walking steadily while carrying Lucifer as if he weighed nothing. Its low commanding tone however, caused the man to simply close his eyes and fall right asleep.

* * *

Lucifer woke up oddly comfortable. Not plush bed and silken pillow comfortable, but more like his body was cradled by all the softest moss and tufts of fur. And it smelled delectable. Mossy and green and sweet. He opened one eye to find it dark, looking up at a ceiling of stone. A cave it seemed, illuminated by a ray of light shinning through the cracks in the side wall.

“You are awake! Alastor will be most pleased.” A cheery female voice caused him to snap his head to the side.

A woman sat daintily on the ground below the makeshift bed he was on. But she wasn’t really a woman, she had that same uncanny look about her as the man before he passed out. Her eyes were pitch black like empty sockets and she was wrapped in black feather for a dress. Her teeth just as sharp and menacing, which looked kind odd with the playful blonde almost pixie cut hairstyle.

“Um, hello. Where… Where am I? And who… what… are you?” Lucifer asked tentatively somehow afraid he would be being rude by asking. The fact that his life has turned into trying to observe manners around some strange forest creature was not lost on him.

“Owwhh, depends on what you wanna call us. Some call us cryptids. Some call us monsters. Other demons. We’ve simply evolved from the myths and legends of these parts. But you should know those all too well.” She waved him off, not seeming like she minded his questions.

That didn’t really give him much though. “What are you gonna do to me?” Lucifer seems to have finally found his tongue.

“Me? Nothing dearie.” Now that made her look a little offended, “Alastor has claimed you for himself through and through, I would not dare touch a hair on your head aside from making sure you are well.”

“Claimed me?”

“Ooohhh yes!” The creature said as if that explained everything, “I’m Rosie by the way, and here, some food. Alastor would never forgive me if I let his mate go hungry in his absence.”

“Alastor? Is that the… one that found me in the forest?” An involuntary shiver and goose bumps went through Lucifer and he suddenly realized he was still naked.

“Are you cold deaire? Here.” The woman… creature… thing… cooed sympathetically then handed him over a blanket. His blanket, from his bag. Lucifer definitely felt better with that and wrapped it around his body. “And yes, the young red buck is Alastor.”

“Thanks.” He muttered lowly.

“Don’t mention it dear! You have quite a few days ahead of you. What with the being properly mated in accordance to the right of the Mother and all. Alastor is quite old fashioned you see he will want to do things the old way.”

“Um… what does that mean?”

“Oh, I suppose Alastor hasn’t had a chance to tell you.” She pushed the basket that was full of berries and what looked like chunks of meat roasted over a fire and skewered on sticks, “you really should eat.”

Lucifer nodded, taking a few berries and starting to pop them in his mouth.

“Good good,” the woman brought her palms together, looking pleased, “to put things simply, Alastor will perform the necessary rights to claim you as his rightful mate before the Mother. I can assure you no harm will come to you, you will be well taken care of here. Especially with Alastor, he really is such a sweetie at heart.”

“Here? But…” Lucifer focused his gaze intently on the basket of berries before him. First of all, this was crazy, and second, what about Charlie? “I can’t stay here. I…” Lucifer found himself spilling his entire life story to the strange Rosie woman. Who for her part listened intently between nudging him to eat some more. Ending the whole thing with a tragic, “I can’t leave Charlie alone again. I ran from my ex-wife when after the divorce and practically ghosted her because I was so afraid of Lillith and the towns folk. We had just started rebuilding. Oh gosh I am so sorry I don’t know why I am dumping this all on you.”

“Awh, don’t you worry dearie, you are part of the family now!” Rosie cheered. She was about to say more but was interrupted.

“You have awakened my dearest.” A lower staticy voice came from the cave entrance echoing through the hollow walls. It was Alastor, in his slightly more human form. And was wearing a bright red suit it appeared. A bit disheveled on the ends, but generally well put together, like an 1930’s gentleman. How was the dress and form of these creatures determined anyway? So many questions. Alastor immediately turned to Rosie in inquiry, “How are they?”

“Picture of perfect health, and smelling like you already. Such a sweet lil thang too! You lucky brute you. Found yourself a good one.”

“A blessing from the Mother.” Alastor nodded with a happy smile.

“Mmmhh well I’ll say!” Rosie laughed, “I have told him the gist. Though the lil one has some concerns. I’m sure you can assuage them.”

“My thanks.” Alastor moved out of the way for Rosie to leave the cavern.

“So, tell me mate, what are your fears.”

Lucifer was flabbergasted. This creature was what, actually going to listen to him?

“I -uh. I have to go back.”

“No you do not. I assure you I can provide you with all you need here, among my kind.”

Right that was… Lucifer didn’t know what he was expecting.

“I have a daughter. She will worry, and I’ve already been a terrible father, I can’t leave her again.” He tried again, not expecting any other response.

“Ah. I see now. Do not fret, although you do not have to leave, I shall not keep you from your fawn. That would be terribly cruel of me. We can discuss such arrangements.”

“Really?”

“Yes. Though after we have been mated. It will be a couple of days.”

“And uh… Rosie said there was a ceremony? What does that entail exactly?”

“After I have gathered the necessary sustenance for the both of us, we will retire to the witnessed chamber. There, we will mate, I will fill you with my fawns. I shall do this as many times as needed until the magic in you binds to my own. Until our mating bond is recognized in the eyes of the Mother and binds us together.”

He, Alastor, was going to fuck him? Until… what? How many times!? Lucifer was genuinely about to ask if the creature was playing pranks, but Alastor simply gave him a strangely soft smile then walked out and started carrying things in and past him to another chamber.

Lucifer’s mind was now reeling. This was a joke right? Some ridiculous joke. He had to get out of here yesterday. Or at least he thought it was the next day. Yes his chat with Rosie was nice and all. Alastor didn’t seem malicious but this was crazy right? And it… he?… said something about binding magic. Lucifer had enough studies form his father to know that binding magic is not to be taken lightly. Its powerful, can be really hard to break, and even then it tends to linger on ones soul. So, the little man mustered the last of his common sense that wasn’t already fucked out of him and formulated a way to get out of here.

He started to scramble out of the nook, doing his best to avoid alerting the creature. Somehow managing to get all the way to the entrance of the cave while later was organizing something inside. He figured he could make it far enough to set up wards before his absence was noticed. This den thing, based on what he could tell, was no more than a day and some travel away from the town line. He had a chance. So he hastily made steps away from the entrance and into the near by brush.

He was free, he could run, get back to the cabin and never think of this again. Except for maybe when guiltily pleasuring himself to the memory of that tongue -

A set of large hands came up from behind and grabbed his hips, pulling them backwards.

“You wound me little mate,” Alastor sounded genuinely hurt. How a deer like cryptid could sound hurt, don’t ask, but it did. Worse yet Lucifer’s heart gave a painful pang which caused him to go limp in the embrace. The creature took a deep breath, “I know you may be eager to get back to your fawn but I will not let you out of our den before you bare my mark. You’ll see them soon enough I promise.”

Lucifer felt that torturous tongue lick the backside of one of his ears and fought the battle to not whine at the sensation. Fuckkk I can’t let him get his tongue in me again or I won’t be able to leave.

But those strong hands picked him up with ease. Turning him around to face the creature as it carried him with one arm, back to the chamber where he woke up.

“I shall help you relax, you will need to in order to accept me later” The creature said.

Lucifer wanted to protest but got caught off by a searing hot kiss. Oh. Oh shit. Yes the man was aware of how sharp those teeth were, but the lips were warm and soft. The creature breathed in with indulgence as it ravished his mouth, that tongue taking the breath out of Lucifer.

With one hand, Alastor pulled the blanket away from Lucifer’s body revealing the man to him. The creature all but fucked his mouth with its tongue for a minute before pulling it out languidly , saliva dripping down on Lucifer’s chin and neck.

The tongue trailed down the smaller man’s chest making him hiss with pleasure from the feeling. It felt like molten insanity on his skin. Entirely irresistible. Like something in his body was singing for it, singing for Alastor.

That tongue made it to the crotch and once again thoughts of reason came back through the haze. Lucifer knew that that the moment that tongue enters him, he is done for. It felt too good. Too addictive. Never mind how it made his body numb, limp and pliant.

He gave a squirm in an attempt to get out of the hold, but with the two hot clawed hands that held his waist it felt performative. Alastor licked his clit with the tip of his tongue, a teasing, cattish thing. Lucifer whined as he was turned over onto his hands and knees.

No, no. This isn’t happening, I don’t want…

Lucifer tried to convince himself in his own head. But it was futile the next moment, when that hot wet tongue entered his ass. The creature morphed to more demonic, its hands becoming big enough to hold almost all of Lucifer’s torso up to present his hole in front of its face. The tongue grew while inside, a wet squelching noise coming out as it started on a slow, heavy pace.

Alastor mouth clamped around his hole, his tongue thrusting and swirling. Lucifer lost his mind, dimly remembering saying good bye to it just as Alastor added two of his long fingers at once to his cunt.

The fucking intensified, and so did the hopeless moans that escaped Lucifer’s throat.

“Ah, I see thy have began preparations.” A very low, brassy and worst of all familiar voice made Lucifer stiffen. Still in a pleasure induced haze, he couldn’t place it.

Alastor only hummed in acknowledgment sending a vibration up the little man’s spine and ripping a gasp out of him.

“Hah, how dutiful of thou old friend.”

The voice grew closer. Was… was that person… watching? Again Alastor only hummed briefly then pulled Lucifer by the thighs pressing his tongue as far as it would go into his ass, and speeding up his fingers, curling them to hit that spot with pin point precision.

“Aahhhh! Oh fuck! Al - you -”

A dark chuckle answered him followed by a low amused laugh from the side, now right there next to them. Lucifer stole a glance to the side and saw the new creature. It was tall, even taller than Alastor or Rosie. All black with green eyes, wrapped in a leathery looking cape. His old weary features and hat did look very familiar but still Lucifer couldn’t figure it out. Especially not when his vision went white from an unannounced orgasm, which Alastor tongue fucked him through mercilessly.

He just came absolutely undone while being watched. Humiliation raking through him as he whimpered, wanting to hide from the analyzing gaze. The taller creature gave out a delighted snort, then turned on its heels and walked away, seeming entirely unperturbed.

Lucifer was panting heavily, still coming down from the high when Alastor tongue slipped out of him, but his fingers still kept pumping into him lazily.

“Mhhh you do so well for me, mate.” He crooned softly before taking his fingers out of Lucifer’s cunt and immediately replacing it with his tongue.

“No… too much…” headaches to get out finally, his whole body absolutely buzzing from over stimulation.

“You’ll feel better in a moment dear.” Alastor assured him, his words lightly slurred with his tongue still inside the cunt.

This time he started slow, dragging his tongue all the way in, curling it inside with multiple twists then pulling it back out, inch by agonizing inch. Then repeating the whole thing, putting his mouth on the swollen clit and sucking on it between each one. It was wet and messy and filthy and Lucifer couldn’t get enough. It didn’t take long until another climax hit him, knocking him out on the spot.

* * *

Yet again, Lucifer woke up feeling quite comfortable. A warm buzz filling his whole body, which was this time tightly wrapped in his blanket. Long fingers were petting his side softly. At the very least the comfort level of his wake ups seems to be at a steady incline.

“Mmmhhhhnnmn” the moan came unbidden as Lucifer tried to move his head, his entire body feeling needy, desperate. That last tonguing did something to him. There was a need, a festering question his whole being was asking and the only answer was Alastor.

“Shhhhh, you woke just in time. I will be taking you to the witnesses chamber in a moment. All of the preparations are done.”

Sure enough only another minute later Alastor got up, easily picking Lucifer up, placing his face into the crook of his neck gingerly. He walked steadily, as if doing his best not to jostle the little man too much. The whole walk had an air of reverence to it, as if Lucifer was being carried somewhere to be worshiped. Not fucked out of his mind.

They made their way deeper into the cave until they came to a cavern covered in moss and flowers. An easily identifiable nest of grass, fur, moss, and blooms in the middle, and food stacked around it on the rocks that functioned as bed tables.

It looked nice, cozy. Except for one thing. The V’s were tied to the ceiling with rope, hands above their head, in the far corner of the room, facing the nest in the middle. Less conspicuously the other two creatures, Rosie and Zestial were standing on either side of them, looking absolutely elated.

“Oh fuck you, why do you get to be fucked by him?” Vox yelled, wiggling against his restrains and causing him to sway back and forth, unable to quite find purchase on the tip toes that barely touched the smooth rock, “Take me instead!”

“Silence, or I will have Zestial rip out your tongue.” Rosie took a large step towards Vox and smacked him on the back of the head.

“Do they… are they going to watch?” Lucifer whispered against Alastor’s chest.

“Yes. There must be eyes present for the Mother to witness the coupling.” Both him and Rosie had this ridiculous knack for saying things that made no sense what so ever in a way that sounded like it should explain everything.

With that Alastor gently placed Lucifer onto the nest, holding his gaze as he unbuttoned his suit and undergarments, folding them primly and placing them on the empty flat stone behind him. Lucifer couldn’t help but watch, enraptured by the sight. Soon enough, the creature was sliding off its button down to reveal its fluffy chest. The fur looked downright plush, slightly wavy in places where it was longer. Lucifer distantly wondered why Alastor had actual clothes rather than the other two creatures who seemed to just have clothes like features.

An odd pain filled Lucifer as he traced a pattern of criss-cross scars across the creature’s chest, patches were that luxurious fur didn’t grow. Even more questions filled him, why was he so scarred? Were they all like this? Also, why was he feeling bad for this towering cryptid figure that was about to wreck him? His heart tight and longing to pull Alastor towards him, to run his fingers across each and every one of those. Despite everything, despite the nagging common sense - what an annoying thing that was becoming - that only felt right.

Next came the pants and trousers, sliding off elegantly over each leg and revealing the fawn colored fur blending to black and bright red hooves. As well as the monstrosity of a cock that was slowly filling out. Oh… god that… he was going to put THAT in him? The thing was downright massive, a midnight black at the tip fading out to a fleshy pink at the base. As if reading his mind, Alastor smirked, “Don’t worry mate, I would never hurt you. You will feel good I promise.”

Finally they were on an even playing field when it came to the nakedness at least. Slowly, Alastor bent over and stalked his way across the nest until he was looming on top of Lucifer. His movements graceful like a cat, and his body morphing to more monstrous as he went. The crown of his antlers elongated, the hands became long and taloned, and his eyes glowed a bright scarlet. The creature lowered it face to Lucifer’s neck, pressing its lips onto the skin there with delightful carefulness. Before pulling away and letting their eyes meet, putting their foreheads and noses together.

Alastor breathed once, heavy and drawn out, then pressed a luxurious kiss on Lucifer’s lips. Christ. How was he supposed to be reasonable and not want this, when this, whatever Alastor was, kissed him like that? All heat and desire and want. His wife of over a decade had never done that. Not even before their falling out over the surgery.

I want it. I want him.

The thought shot straight through him like an arrow. It was too late, if he wanted to leave, he had to have done so when he was alone. Before Alastor brought him here. Hells he shouldn’t have come here when he knew it was a terrible idea. Now there was nothing to do but await, to succumb to the inevitably of what was about to happen to him. And how his life will likely be turned upside down after.

But was that so bad though? His life has been dull at best for the last few years. If it wasn’t for Charlie he would have left it long ago, the scars on his wrists a testament to that. What was the harm in letting go? Letting himself enjoy whatever Alastor was giving him here? After all, if there was one thing he truly believed at this very moment was that whatever this creature was it was not out to harm him. Even as it used one hand to peel the blanket off him, the last of his defenses gone.

The dripping cock pressed against Lucifer’s entrance, the bottom of it scraping back and forth with delicious friction. The kiss almost distracted him from the sensation, but it slowly became overbearing, causing Lucifer to moan into Alastor’s mouth. Suddenly the creature let go and dipped down to his chest, leaving Lucifer heaving a heavy breath. It licked his neck softly, the pace never stopping for a moment until it made Lucifer keen from a long lasting orgasm that seemed to fill his head with static. Alastor came shortly after.

The cum spurted everywhere, hot and sticky and not cooling at all as it dripped and dribbled. Alastor directed it over Lucifer’s abdomen, shoulder, and neck, then spurting some on his thighs before flipping the man over with ease and covering his ass cheeks and back. It felt like it just kept going, each pump punctuated by Alastor’s pleasured grunt.

Lucifer found himself panting with wide, open eyes feeling the texture of the cum on his skin. Everywhere it touched his body became a light with molten pleasure, each body part it came into contact with feeling less and less his own as it oozed down him.

Two large palms braced themselves on his hips with a wet splat, and then those oh so long and daft fingers began massaging his ass cheeks in unison. Smearing the cum into his skin like lotion. “Oh… oh holy… fuck… why?” Lucifer whined.

“To relax you my little mate. Make you smell of me. Let my magic infuse with your body as to take you without harm.” Alastor explained, his voice unfairly steady.

His thumbs trailed down, pushing in circles on Lucifer’s plump thighs, barely gracing the entrance between them. He did that all the way down to his ankles before returning back up and continuing the massage upwards this time, to the upper back and shoulders, even the back of the neck. He then flipped Lucifer over onto his back again, placing both palms into the mess of the somehow still hot cum on his chest.

Lucifer kept gasping for breath. The whole thing felt so filthy, so debased. How was anyone going to take him seriously if they knew that he got covered and massaged with cum? Speaking off, his head lolled to the side involuntarily, purely due to being unable to keep it up straight, and landed on the three figures tied to the wall.

Velvette had her face down, trying her hardest not to watch it seems. The pimp looked bored. Vox on the other hand, watched hungrily. Jealousy swimming in his gaze.

Lucifer got pulled back to the sensations on his body as he felt a warm palm cup his cheek and bring it back up to meet Alastor’s red eyes. That gaze was full of adoration. Anticipation even. Another palm came to his face, the thumbs pressing gently into his cheeks then gliding to the bridge of his nose and up to his forehead. The touch reverent, and with it so close to his nose Lucifer now realized it did smell like Alastor. And he was covered in it.

Again, sense and reality clashed. He should have been grossed out. Instead he found comfort. He smelled like Alastor. He smelled good. He smelled right.

Lucifer was pulled up with a firm but gentle tug bringing him to sit up, and putting his face right in front of of Alastor’s cock.

“aht aht aht -” He heard Rosie tut and stomp, presumably to Vox who he could see out of the corner of his eye turned away scornfully, as she grabbed his face and roughly pointed it right back to Lucifer and Alastor, “You will watch.”

“You fucking weirdos. Let us go!” Velvette yelled out thrashing against her restraints.

“Ill take being fucked by you too, thick mommy” Vox cooed but Rosie just smiled, putting her whole set of razor sharp teeth on display.

“Kinky chickita.” Valentino crooned, getting a dirty look from the tall dark creature Lucifer still couldn’t place.

“Oh, be careful what you ask for. I am not nearly as gentle as Alastor. Nor would I have any intention to truly mate with filth like you, so I would only do it to season you before eating.”

Valentino rolled his eyes, “I don’t think he cares princessa, if one of you fucks him dead he will die happy.”

“Hmm. Well, something to consider.” Rosie patted Vox on the cheek patronizingly.

The whole exchange left Lucifer with a weird mixture of feelings in his gut. He was being watched by these… hikers and creatures. But then again, they already did witness him being covered in cum so there wasn’t much to loose at this point. To make matters more confusing, now inches away from Alastor’s crotch, the smell was intoxicating. It was like moss, and wildflowers, and coffee, all rich musk. Lucifer didn’t even know why he liked it so much but it made him want to press his face into the junction between Alastor’s crotch and thigh. Well, when in Rome, right?

He let the impulsive thought win, sliding his nose to he fluffy pubic fur of the creature, arousal bubbling up in him as he felt the weight of Alastor’s balls underneath.

“Such a precious little thing my dear.” Alastor commented, the hand that was not keeping Lucifer up right raking through his hair soothingly. He didn’t get to indulge in it for long though as Alastor pulled him back before guiding that monster cock into his mouth. Lucifer sucked on the head indulgently like a lollipop, the taste alone making him dizzy.

Alastor gripped almost his entire head with one palm, setting a slow pace as he face fucked him. There was no physical logic as to how Lucifer was able to take this thing down his throat, but he did, the feeling oddly smooth and comforting. It still brought tears to his eyes though, which Alastor wiped away his thumb. Each glide down was followed by a delirious, chocked out moan. Mean while every time Alastor pulled back created a lewd slurping noise as drool spilled from the corners of Lucifer’s mouth.

It didn’t take long for the creature to cum once more, this time with a low reverberating growl. The substance sliding right down Lucifer’s throat before he pulled away, causing a lecherous pop as the fat tip came out from behind the small man’s lips.

Lucifer gasped open mouthed at the sensation of warmth spreading within him from the inside out, giving him a heady kind of buzz sensation as it reached the back of his neck.

“Ahhahhhh. Gaaahhh…” Lucifer stared mouth agape at the ceiling, panting. Only for his mouth to once again be filled with Alastor’s hot prehensile tongue, sending him keening and weakly reaching up towards him. They kissed for a few minutes, allowing Lucifer’s heart beat to at least become something somewhat normal. He could feel his body relaxing, as if every muscle forgot its supposed do things like hold him up, leaving that job entirely to the creature whose arms where currently around him.

When Alastor pulled away he also turned Lucifer around, leaning his back against his own fluffy abdomen. One large hand splayed on Lucifer’s chest, the other holding his hips firmly. Lucifer let his head fall back, resting it on the creatures chest with eyes closed. Now no longer doing anything but breathe and feel.

Feel as that massive cock barely caught on the entrance of his ass, slick and wanting. After a few grinding movements it pushed past the ring of muscle. There was a small bit of burn from he stretch, but it didn’t hurt.

“Ohhh Al… Alastor, fuck!” Lucifer babbled, feeling every vain and ridge drag against his insides. Weather Alastor’s slow ascent into his body was a torture or a mercy, Lucifer was not too sure. It felt like forever until finally heavy balls met small pert ass as Alastor bottomed out, holding the position there. Observing the bulge on Lucifer’s stomach that practically outlined his cock.

“Breathe my dear.” He said softly before pulling out half way then thrusting back in.

Lucifer whined, a high pitched needy noise. “Feels good.” He breathed out as yet another thrust practically bounced him off his knees briefly. His humiliating noises were answered by the smoothest most pleased chuckle. Alastor kept going with these shallow but forceful thrusts, every single one lifting Lucifer up. Gently, Alastor bent over him, placing Lucifer on his hands and knees and allowing him to make deeper movements. A single slender finger wrapped around Lucifer’s waist and onto his clit, making languid circles on it. Somehow drawing out yet another orgasm out of him, this time making him tremble as the sensation overtook his senses for what felt like minutes.

Sometime during that Alastor made a couple much more intense thrusts, amping Lucifer’s pleasure with each one before spilling into him with a low growl that vibrated the little man. Alastor held him there, wrapping his long lanky arms around Lucifer in a warm embrace, letting him come down gently.

The large cock popped out his ass, the sound obscene in the silent room. Well, not as much as Lucifer’s upset whimper at the lack of fullness.

“Shhhh mate, do not fret.” Alastor trailed a few fingers up and down Lucifer’s back soothingly before leaning over further to grab something above his head. Briefly Lucifer was able to glance to see what the object was. A hand crafted plug, its color suggesting wood but its shine made him pretty sure it was smooth.

The next moment to object was gently inserted into him trapping all of that cum inside. Lucifer felt boneless with relief, and would have collapsed if it wasn’t for Alastor holding him.

“Now for the womb.” Alastor declared, “To fill you with my fawn. Until you are nice and full and round with them.”

A terribly jealous whine came from the peanut gallery, but by this point Lucifer was not registering.

Lucifer also did not think more children where in his future, despite having thought about it in the past.

But Alastor was clearly intent on otherwise, already flipping him on his back and pressing his cock against the, weeping, neglected entrance. Lucifer could see the moment of lost control in Alastor as his hips stuttered and he was filled in one thrust. How that monster cock didn’t break him in half was beyond him, but he could only attribute it to whatever magic the creature had in its fluids which he was now full of and covered in.

“Ah! So full…” Lucifer cried breathlessly. That massive cock distending his stomach with each thrust.

By now Lucifer’s head was mush. All warm buzzing cotton, that horribly inconvenient common sense no where to be seen. The only thoughts revolving around the inexplicable feeling of fullness, completion. Like he was missing something all this time or who to be more precise. Alastor.

He didn’t even really know this creature, but he wanted to. Wanted to know every what and how and why. What was his favorite meal is and why he wore clothes unlike his companions. What did he do in his free time, how he knew Lucifer was supposed to be his mate.

“Little mate,” Alastor growled, lowering his elongated torso to press huffy kisses on Lucifer’s neck and chest, “My lovely dear.”

Lucifer whined, unable to get his mouth to cooperate enough to make any other noise. In one swift motion Alastor grabbed underneath both his thighs and lifted them off the ground to pick up the pace. Each thrust increasing in force and length until he was all but pounding Lucifer, fucking him right into the plushness of the nest below.

“Ahhh! Fuck fuck fuck!” Lucifer babbled some more, but even that slurred, “‘oo ‘uchh.” (too much)

“You can take it.” Alastor assured him, now just as breathless. Voice hoarse and growly, the static behind it popping erratically. The tension inside Lucifer built yet again, and he was pretty sure when that went off he wasn’t going to stay sane. It bubbled and churned, slowly overtaking every single one of his muscles. A large bulge began to threatened entering his sopping cunt, grinding against his clit with every pass. “So good for me, mon cher”

The last words, the dark rick caramelized tone of them, purred into Lucifer’s ear is what broke his brain chemistry beyond repair. His being, body, mind, all shattered to pieces right at the same time as the large bulb popped into him. Stretching him beyond limits as Alastor’s cum filled every bit of his insides. If it wasn’t for the knot, there was no way it would have stayed in. But as is he was completely plugged up. His gut warm and gooey, like he has been melted.

After a few breaths Alastor lowered himself and turned his body, making sure not to jostle the connection. Thankfully for Lucifer as even that little bit of movement caused him to gasp from the almost pain in caused. Soon enough though, Lucifer was resting on Alastor’s fluffy chest, a blanket pulled over him, and the cock still warming inside.

He heard footsteps from the other side of the room, coming closer. Oh, yeah, they had an audience, didn’t they?

“Truly thou is such a fierce and gruesome fighter, and yet such gentle of a lover.” Zestial hummed as he passed close to the nest. That was considered gentle? What is rough supposed to be like then?

“Sweet dreams lovebirds,” Rosie chirped making her way out, “And you three, behave or I will cut out your tongues and eat them.”

That was the last thing Lucifer heard before closing his eyes, contently snuggling into Alastor. All thoughts of resistance or reluctance completely forgotten.

* * *

He woke up still on Alastor’s chest, convinced that there is no way this could get comfier. The soft fur felt amazing on his sensitive skin, and Alastor’s long arms wrapped around him in a protective cocoon that made him feel unequivocally safe. The sun rays from the cracks indicated that it must be closer to noon by now. According to Alastor they would eat and wait for a while, then repeat as needed, however long that took. That seemed like absurd amount of fucking in a short period of time, even if he was allowed respite and food.

At least he wasn’t expected to do much else. Considering Alastor was apparently a generous lover despite being not human. Lucifer’s body felt wrecked from the amount of orgasms, his legs refusing to move at all. Not that he had much of a desire to move either. He found his fingers have wound and grabbed onto the creatures chest fluff in a vice grip. Lucifer was mildly surprised the thing hasn’t complained about it.

Long clawed fingers raked through his hair in long soothing motions. Lucifer swallowed thickly, alerting the creature that he was now awake.

“Hello mon cher. How are you feeling?” Alastor asked in a low voice.

“I - khe khmmm - am feeling good. I think.”

“Wonderful. You should eat.” With one long hand Alastor reached above his head and carefully pulled over a basket, placing it besides the two of them. With gentleness one wouldn’t possibly attribute to the monstrous creature, Alastor moved himself and Lucifer to get them sitting up then put the basket between them on his lap. The large cock was soft, but still inside Lucifer, keeping that connection there, and feeling overwhelmingly intimate.

Opening up the basket revealed an array of foods wrapped up in big leaves. Cooked chunks of meat, skewers with vegetables and handfuls of fruit.

“Where did you find all of this?” Lucifer asked tentatively, while picking up a skewer, “Most of this doesn’t even grow here.”

“Very good mon cher,” Alastor praised, seemingly haven’t settled on his preferred pet name, taking a piece of meat into his fingers to nibble on, “You are right. We have a garden hidden behind the den, and Zestial brings food back from town. The meat I hunted and cooked my self, just for you.”

The last thought filled Lucifer with a primal sort of satisfaction. “Thank you.”

Alastor stopped picking at food, looking almost offended, “No need. I’ve claimed you as my mate, this is just the bare minimum.” The creature lowered its face towards Lucifer’s neck, nuzzling his nose there.

“I… still don’t know what that means exactly.” Lucifer admitted, “You scared the crap out of me at first. But I dunno, this feels… good? Right?”

Alastor hummed, placing a warm kiss on the man’s temple, “The Mother knows what she is doing. Most likely you feel the connection settling. Your kind has found mates with ours for centuries.”

“My kind? Do you mean humans?”

Alastor chuckled, picking up a morsel and feeding it Lucifer, “Yes and no. You mon cher, have fey ancestry. Same way as I have eldritch. So human’s yes, but specifically ones like you.”

“I heard about that from my Father… but I never believed it. He said it was why we had to stay away from the woods.”

“Yes. After the Exorcists came your kind began to avoid us, and forgot to do the rights to let us meet our mates. Our numbers have dwindled since.”

“I’m sorry to hear that,” though Lucifer didn’t know exactly what that meant, Alastor voice sounded sad. Nonsensically, he did not want this over-sized fluffy deer man sad. “Wait who did you say brings food back from the village?”

“Zestial. The very tall one with green eyes.”

“Zest - Carmilla’s husband?” Suddenly he was able to place where he had seen the man. Not quite as tall, but the same black outfit and top hat. With vibrant green eyes, it was his cousin’s husband! He didn’t know how he felt about him watching all that but then again, this seemed normal for these creatures. So surely Carmilla wouldn’t judge.

“Yes, that is his mate’s name. Very strong woman, he chose well.” Alastor meandered, before pulling a massive grin and rubbed his nose on Lucifer’s cheek, “Not as well as I though.”

“Stahhppp!!” Lucifer laughed giddily, “But, he has a human form? I’ve seen him before.”

“Yes, so do I. We all do.” Alastor explained, “Or forms can change. What you see now is my original form. Earlier I made my self smaller as its easier for traversing the cave. We were hunting when I found you, that is what I look like when I call on my power. And I can look completely human, though I prefer not to take on my fully human skin if I can avoid it. It makes me feel… uncomfortable. Itchy.”

“Is that why you didn’t just come to me in human form? Would have avoided me quite the scare.”

“Hah, partly. But it is also considered poor taste to meet your mate in a deceptive form. Besides, normally a chase is part of the rights, it worked out wonderfully. Though I am sorry I scared you so, you will never need fear anything again.”

The words where so sweet, the actions so warm. It was nothing like he ever experienced before. What did he do to deserve it? He hasn’t even done anything! Alastor has been doing everything! What’s worse is there was no reason for him to… to care so much. So…“Why? Why are you so good to me? Why did you pick me? You don’t know me! I don’t deserve this.” Then something dawned on Lucifer,“You… do you even know my name?”

“I do not. I figure we would get there when it mattered.” The creature responded casually, simply continuing to feed its mate in between words. Completely nonplussed by the outburst of tears and insecurity.

“What?”

Alastor shrugged, “Names are nothing but a convenience to call a being. They don’t make up who we are. I knew you were meant to be mine when I laid eyes on you two days ago and only became more convinced as we followed you through the forest. My soul could tell.”

“I… am not sure I agree.” Lucifer looked down at the berries in his hands, sheepishly taking some. Though he couldn’t help the warm flush at yet another set of soft words from the deer man.

“Elaborate, mon cher.” The ask startled the little man. Elaborate? The creature actually cared what he thought? It wasn’t shutting him up for a simple disagreement in philosophy? That was very odd. But welcome.

“I hated my given name because it wasn’t who I am. I used to be Lucille, and so I was treated as such and expected to act as such, because the name is meant to represent who you are a person.”

“And now you are?”

“Lucifer.”

“Lucifer.” Alastor said the name like he was tasting it on his tongue, sending a shiver down the aforementioned man’s spine, “A wonderful name you have chosen for yourself. I see how that would be stressful. I am sorry you had to go through that, no one shall disrespect you by forcing you to be what you aren’t again. My sweet lovely mate. Now eat, I will take you again soon.”

With that Alastor picked up a skewer and put it to Lucifer’s mouth. When that was done he grabbed wooden cups filled with water and guided it to his lips. Feeling bashful, Lucifer returned the gesture. Resulting in at least a full hour of the two finger feeding each other. Until both were full and sated.

“Come on you sick fucks, if you are gonna make us watch at least do something interesting rather than this gushy shit!” Suddenly Valentino’s croaky voice sounded from the side.

“I forgot they were there.” Lucifer admitted in a low whisper.

“Should’ve killed and eaten that one before the ritual.” Alastor grumbled, “Rosie insisted his head would make a fine offering afterwards though.”

“Eat?” Lucifer questioned, tilting his head then casting a worried look at the piece of meat he was still munching on.

“Don’t worry your pretty little head, all of what I prepared for you is animal meat. But yes, Rosie and I both have Wendigo in our blood, I more so.” Alastor assured him.

“I… thats…” Lucifer flustered. There was a cannibal balls deep inside him.

“You fret so much.” Alastor giggled, his ears twitching in delight, “We do not hunt innocents, nor would any of us dare lay a finger on one of your kind. We simply make disgusting wretches like him,” He gestured at Valentino with his antlers, “useful for once in their lives.”

Lucifer was not sure why that made him feel better, but it did. If they weren’t just out there killing whomever it was fine, he figured. Plus Valentino did deserve it, the creep. He supposed the only reason his smarmy touch wasn’t lingering on his skin was because of how thoroughly replaced that became with Alastor’s warm one.

“Now then.” Alastor put the basket back on one of the stone side tables, “I would like more of you.”

With that he put his nose into Lucifer’s neck and huffed, the hot breath sending a shiver down the small man’s spine. He then proceeded to lick a lavish stripe up from one of Lucifer’s pecks to his throat and all the way to his chin, before capturing his mouth in a kiss.

Knowing a little more about Alastor made this even sweeter for Lucifer. It was a one eighty change from their first meeting less than a day ago but he couldn’t deny what he was seeing, hearing and feeling. He knew weird things lived in this forest. Stranger things have happened he was sure of it. It felt like maybe for once in his life, he could just trust what was in front of him. In front of him was Alastor - completely enamored by him, just as he is. Not asking him to change, or be something else. A strange cannibalistic eldritch monster deer that listened to his concerns, cared what he thought, and did everything to make him feel cared for.

So, Lucifer kissed back, more receptive than ever. It was slow and languid, all feeling and no rush but all of the heat. Soon enough Alastor was on top of him again, cock hardening while still inside Lucifer as he trailed clawed finger tips up and down the outside of his thighs.

“So beautiful mon cher.” Alastor whispered between more of those breathy kisses, “Gorgeous, stunning. Crafted by the Mother herself. My Lucifer.”

The name was punctuated by a strong thrust deep inside his pussy, making Lucifer gasp with pleasure.

The pattern continued a few times, though they all blurred together for Lucifer. Alastor alternated which hole he took, sometimes coming down his throat, others taking out the plug and placing it into the unused entrance before claiming the other. One could argue Lucifer’s body composition was part cum, and maybe that was the point. As each orgasm, each filling, felt like more a permanent warmth invading Lucifer’s heart, mind, and eventually soul.

When they took breaks they talked, giggling and nuzzling each other. Lucifer found out that Alastor apparently also had a rebellious side as despite Zestial’s worries he snuk out into the village to steal records and radios because he enjoyed them so much. Lucifer told him more about his previous life, his witch training with his dad, his many sisters and brothers.

They ate and slept, and repeated it all again. Until one specific romp while orange light from the dusk outside flooded the chamber from the small cracks.

Lucifer was on his side, Alastor behind him. He rocked back and forth from the force of the thrusts, drool coming out from the side of his mouth. Eyes glossy from pleasure, barely registering the two figures that he was staring at, still tied to the wall. Velvette refused to look. Vox’s mouth was gagged when Rosie came back and grabbed Valentino off the hook, dragging him out of the chamber. He was apparently too uncouth with his advances towards her.

Instead of embarrassment like before, he became filled with pride.

Look how good my mate is. How well he takes care of me.

His crazed subconscious prompted.

By now Lucifer was so full of cum anytime he moved it sloshed around in him, causing him to gasp loudly for air. His stomach showing a slight pudge from the fullness.

“Shhhh… you’re alright mon cher. Just one more time.” With those words, Alastor pulled Lucifer up onto all fours again, intertwining their hands on the nest. Seemingly a preferred position for them both as with Alastor’s size he could lean over and kiss Lucifer’s neck and face easily while basically covering the entirety of his mate with his own body.

Strands of thick cum came out and splotched back in with every thrust, creating a debauched symphony. Tears poured out of Lucifer’s eyes as he whined open mouthed while his whole body was rocked.

Alastor grabbed Lucifer’s shoulder and used it to hold him speared on his cock, the tip of it pushing deep inside the smaller man. Ass cheeks squished to the creature’s thighs, trembling as release filled Lucifer once more, just as he was dipped into oblivion by another earth shattering orgasm.

A couple of minutes passed before Alastor gently leaned over, pressing his chest into Lucifer’s smaller back, caging him in. Lucifer’s relieved sobs shook his entire form, that the creature scooped up into itself, lowering the both of them down into the nest.

That’s when Lucifer felt it finally snap in place. A sense of acceptance and warm approval spread through his body, creating the sensation of being lowered into a hot bath on a cold winter day.

“Mine.” Alastor muttered in his hair.

“Yours.” Lucifer agreed with a hoarse voice. “And you are mine.” He continued, confidant in the statement.

“I am.” Alastor confirmed, nuzzling Lucifer possessively.

Nothing was the same. Nothing would ever be the same. They became connected, bound together in ways beyond human comprehension. For now, until they opened their eyes again, the world consisted of just the two of them. Warm, soft, and tranquil. Devoid of pain of disappointed expectations, or needs to survive. Just affection. Just love.

* * *

The last time Lucifer woke up in the nest, he opened his eyes to a world that looked like it gained colors. He felt good. Warm. Alive. His limbs limber and relaxed, he felt younger almost.

The next thing he realized was that Alastor wasn’t there. The V’s were gone, he was alone in the nest. He didn’t like it. The strong dislike quickly turned sour, morphing into sadness, helplessness and then finally panic.

“Alastor?” Lucifer called out, every single abandonment issue he has had in his life bubbled up to the surface.

“Yes my dear?” The large antlered man came around the corner immediately.

“You left.” Lucifer pouted.

“Never, darling.” Alastor denied, “Simply went to make preparations to go back to town. You wanted to go back to your fawn yes?”

Oh. He remembered. Alastor remembered about Charlie and was going to take him right away. With happy tears in his eyes and an overwhelmed sniffle, Lucifer nodded “Yes.”

Alastor smiled at him, closed lipped and soft. “Well come along then, I have your pack.”

Lucifer did, getting dressed in a spare change of clothes. It was almost odd to be wearing something again, but he couldn’t help be a bit glad for it. Especially since the air outside was much chillier than inside the den, or maybe he just wasn’t pressed up against a furry furnace.

“What happened to the Vs?” He asked as they stepped out of the den.

“The girl and the one desperate pathetic one had their memories wiped, and were let go, taken care of by Zestial. Rosie helped me handle the other one before you woke. He did indeed make a fine offering.”

“I see.” Lucifer breathed out, growing silent.

“Also here, Zestial passed this over. Said it was supposed to be your payment.” Alastor produced an envelope out of the inner pocket of his coat and handed it over.

“Oh.” Lucifer took the envelope, identical to the one Velvette gave him. He carefully put it into one of the pockets of his backpack, and was about to pick it up when Alastor snatched it off the ground and swung it over one shoulder as if it was a feather pillow.

As they began walking, Alastor tried to pick Lucifer up to carry him, but the little man protested. “I have hiked these woods hundreds of times! I can walk!”

Alastor laughed at him, but let him do as he pleased. They walked in silence for a while until Lucifer looked Alastor over one more time. He was in his in between form, not quite his natural one but not fully human either. Wearing his red tailcoat outfit again.

“Why do you wear actual clothes but Rosie and Zestial don’t?” He couldn’t help but ask.

“Not entirely sure, mon cher.” Alastor admitted with a soft shrug, “I manifested with these, so they adjust with my form to some degree. I believe it has to do with what went into creating me. Us eldritch folk aren’t quite born the way your kind is, or how our fawns will.”

“Will uh… will our kids also be like you?” Lucifer asked tentatively.

“It varies. I believe Zestial and Camilla’s daughters took more after their mother, but Rosie was born from the mating of both of our relatives long dead. I assure you, which ever bloodline they inherit they will be loved and provided for all the same.”

“Well I wasn’t doubting that!” The small man exclaimed. Somehow the idea that Alastor would somehow let any of their children be uncared for just didn’t even cross his mind, “I have to warn you pregnancy is rough on me. Physically and mentally. I love Charlie, she is totally worth it for me and I don’t mind more. Charlie was begging me for siblings for the longest time before Lillith and I split. But it might make me a bit of a mess. Makes me feel like I’m in the wrong body and that makes me depressed.”

“I see.” Alastor swooped Lucifer up bridal style, stopping in the middle of the woods. “I will make sure you love yourself and your body through all of it. And if we can only have a fawn or two because it is too detrimental to you than so be it. It is your choice.”

“Okay.” Lucifer nodded, snuggling up in Alastor’s chest, mildly sad he had his coat on so he couldn’t nuzzle into the chest fluff. As if reading his mind, Alastor used one hand to undue the bow tie, letting it hang around his neck, and unbuttoned a few of the top buttons before hosting him up a little higher, allowing his face to sink into the floof. Only then did he begin walking again, his strides long and nimble on the carpet of leaves and roots.

Part of Lucifer still wanted to petulantly walk on his own. But the other realized that Alastor would have to be in his human form in town, and wanted to get as much monster hug time as possible before then.

Just before they exited the woods Alastor stopped, letting Lucifer down. They reached the town line in record time due to the stag’s rapid pace. Lucifer stood a couple of steps back to look at his companion to see that had an apprehensive smile on his face.

“Al, you don’t have to. I can go in until I get service and call Charlie, grab us coffee and come back.” Lucifer offered, remembering what Alastor said about disliking his human form.

“No mon cher. Though I do appreciate the consideration.” Alastor shook his head, “I would like to meet your fawn. I will also need to get used to this to stay by your side in the village. I just apologize ahead of time if I seem on edge.”

“Alright.” The small man nodded. Which Alastor took as the que to shift, his form smoothly becoming smaller and smaller until he was barely over six feet tall. His straight hair turned into red black tipped curls, and his ears and antlers retreated into his head. His eyes turned a rich hazel, and his skin a soft mocha color. The clothes also looked more proper with less tears, though still well worn. Lucifer stared at him dumbfounded. Until the new man standing in front of him gave back a quizzical look. “Sorry. I - uh - I like this version too.”

Alastor snorted, “Good to hear! Now then, shall we?”

Lucifer led them out to town and into the singular coffee shop where he finally managed to get reception and call Charlie, telling her he was back from the hike early and had someone he wanted her to meet. He got them coffees and sat down at one of the tables with Alastor, the whole thing now seemingly oddly like a regular date. Nobody would ever guess they raced through the woods then fucked for almost two days.

“Hey, Lucifer.” A stoic female voice startled Lucifer out of his thoughts, he look up and to the side to see his cousin. Tall with white hair and stormy eyes. “I heard from Zestial you have joined the family.” She said the last words with insinuation and a short look at Alastor.

Lucifer glanced behind Carmila to see Zestial in his human form on the other side of the shop, primly drinking a cup of brew. He definitely recognized him now.

“Hey Carmilla, yeah, that definitely happened. Quite an experience huh?”

“Oh you don’t say,” Carmilla laughed, and Lucifer realized he never quite seen her laugh like that before. She was never a mean person sure, but a bit up tight to say the least. That there though was melodic and happy. “Yes. My husband and I met in a similar way.” She turned to his mate, “Greetings, Alastor, I am sorry I couldn’t be there. Clara and Odette had their ballet recital, I couldn’t leave it. I do hope you have been treating my cousin well.”

“Not worries dear, it was after all quite impromptu.” Alastor waved her off, before fixing her with a stern look, “And of course I have, who do you take me for?”

Carmilla smiled, pleased by the answer, then turned back to Lucifer, “I promise, it maybe a little… unconventional. But its worth it. Their devotion is something else entirely. I’ve actually known Alastor for a couple of years. I’m surprised you haven’t crossed paths before.”

“There was never someone worth hunting with him, and my mate’s wards are some of the strongest we’ve seen. We have always stayed away from his parties.” Alastor explained, “So I never got close enough to sense it until we smelled that wretch who broke the wards.”

“I see.” Carmilla nodded, “Well, I should go back to Zestial. He gets antsy without me in public. I just wanted to say you are both welcome by if you like. I know we are blood, but now we are in this together even more.”

“Thanks Cam, I appreciate it. I don’t regret it, and Alastor has been truly amazing. But it is nice to know I am not alone in this mess.”

“Mmhh. Do let me know if you need anything, I’ve got a few years on you in that department after all.”

He nodded and Carmilla smiled pleasantly before walking away to sit back down in front of her husband. As his wife sat down, he glanced at Alastor and Lucifer, giving them a quick wink before returning his full attention to Carmilla. Lucifer now recognized that adoration and was surprised he never questioned its intensity prior to this. He stole a glance at Alastor to see that same look fixated on him. As if there was no reason to for the red head to look at anyone else but Lucifer and sully his gaze when he had utter perfection right there.

“DAD!!” Charlie burst into the coffee shop, draping her arms around Lucifer as she sank down on the chair next him, “I heard about the expedition you took, what were you thinking?! You’re the one who - oh.”

Suddenly she looked straight at Alastor. “Hello dear, you must be Lucifer’s fawn.”

“You…” Charlie hesitated pointing at the tall man sheepishly, and adding in a low whisper, “You are one of them, aren’t you? The evolved cryptids.”

“What?” Lucifer gasped, “How… how do you… how do you know about them!?”

“Dad… I have been best friends with Clara and Odette since I could walk,” Charlie sat back slowly, putting her hands in her lap, “I’ve been at their house plenty of times, they told me eventually.”

“Oh. Oh I guess that makes sense.” Lucifer agreed, looking down at his coffee cup. Greatfull to feel Alastor’s reassuring palm on his shoulder.

“Yes dear,” Alastor said, “I am in fact one of those. Your father is my -”

“Mate.” Charlie finished for him, cupping her own face with her hands, “I know. I know how it works.”

For a brief moment, anger flushed through Lucifer. They didn’t do anything like that in front of his daughter now did they? He already figured out for these creatures exhibitionism and voyeurism was just kind of par for the course, but that was his child! Before the anger could build though it was interrupted by yet another party running into the shop. A woman with long silver hair and bangs that covered one eye.

“Vaggie!” Charlie exclaimed jumping up to hug her girlfriend who leaned over trying to catch her breath.

“Hello! Sorry! I’m… late! Had to run all the way from… wait.” Suddenly she looked up and her entire demeanor changed from flustered to angry. She pushed Charlie behind her. “You! What are you doing here? Charlie you can’t trust him. He is one the others.”

Alastor reeled back, his smile never fading but his eyes narrowed in disdain. “Others? I believe it is you, and your kind, dear, that came onto our lands, making you the others. Exorcists.” He said the last word with so much venom it practically stung all who heard it.

“Oh-oohhh.” Charlie chimed then put her hands on her girlfriend shoulders like she was trying to shake reason into her, “Vaggie wait! Come one we talked about this. We wanted to build relations and stop all of it! And… and… you know our kind don’t choose our mate. You choose us.”

“Not us, the Father does.” Vaggie corrected. Alastor let out a low growl, scowling through his toothy grin.

Well, Lucifer figured his life was about to get a hell of a lot more interesting. Apparently he underestimated by how much.

But at least Alastor was part of it now, and he wouldn’t change that even if caused him to fall to Hell.