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This wasn't happening.
This couldn't be happening.
Lucifer paced back and forth in the center of his room. His mind repeatedly drawn to the pink box resting at the foot of his bed. The box lay open where Lucifer dropped it after confirming what exactly was inside. The resident porn demon, Angel Dust, gifted a rather large fake cock to the King of Hell.
Aside from being mortified at the gift, he was now at a crossroads. If he gave it back, he could come off as a prude. That was not a conversation the fallen angel wanted to have with anyone; let alone Angel about why he was returning it. One of his closest friends was the Sin of Lust, for hell’s sake! If he was seen returning it or worse anyone found it, word might get out that he was trying to flirt with the sinner!
The alternate option wasn't any better. If he kept it, Angel would assume he actually used the gift. Worse yet, he would taunt the king about it.
Wasn't it enough to be given it?!
Taking a deep breath, he stopped the anxious pacing. He was overthinking the situation. "Calm down, Lu. It's just a sex toy. You've seen them many times. Asmodeus is always making some new shit in Lust anyway." He groaned as he ran his hands in his hair. "Yeah, but you were given one because Angle has a weird sense of humor! This thing is as big as my arm!" He grumbled as he sat on his bed.
It was just a joke, he rationalized.
A sick joke.
What was the sinner thinking?! This wasn't funny and was simply a jab about earlier that evening.
Pieces of the incident ran back through his memory.
He was standing at the bar and talking to the Spider Demon about the party..
That stupid Radio Demon came up for a drink and started saying something.
What did he say?
Lucifer tried to recall only to fail. The only thing he remembered were the pants worn. More specifically the vivid outline of his bulge. He could see just how big Alastor was in the polyester pants. Lucifer felt his breath hitch. His heart started to beat faster. He took a deep breath. The fuck?! he thought.
Why was he just focusing on the sinner's dick?! He was the last person to be thinking of! The damn man constantly challenged Lucifer's authority in his own property. He even openly stepped between Charlie and Lucifer at every opportunity!
The fallen angel couldn't have a moment of peace without that man being right there! That stupid mouth always said something condescending that Lucifer often had to show him who he was! He was the King of Hell! He wouldn't let a Sinner get under his skin!
“No, Lucifer, remember what Charlie talked about. Sinners are fine given the chance. There is something about him that’s ‘redeemable.’ But I highly doubt it! Okay, something good.” He lay back on his bed as he began to think about the man. Lucifer had to admit that despite how close Alastor was to Charlie and that he dressed like a tacky salesman his taste of music was bearable. He was also surprised they both enjoyed the same drink.
But did he have to look down on his King at every opportunity?! Like he was going to devour him.
The look was familiar, though. It was the same look Lilith had. The similarities between the two were subtle but present still.
They both were tall, charismatic to enthrall a crowd. The power they could wield was impressive. Even they could sing and capture the attention of all those around.
Plus they both had a distinct scent....
Lucifer shifted in his spot as his cock twitched at the thought. Though the Sinner's smile was distinct, always stretched ear to ear. Even at Charlie's party he was still very poised with that snake wrapped out his-
His mouth let out a deep inhale as he laid there growing harder. When was the last time he touched himself? He couldn’t recall exactly. Fuck, he knew he was way overdue.
He moved to rest against the headboard of his bed and opened his robe. The fabric lay around most of his skin with now his half-hard cock waiting.
Lucifer carefully took hold of himself. Slim obsidian fingers started to stroke at a steady pace. He started slowly, wanting to lose himself in a fantasy.
“Luci, Darling, starting without me?” The Queen of Hell called. His gorgeous wife Lilith, right before him in all her splendor. Her perfectly soft skin resting on him. She sat on his cock, riding him. Her stunning white eyes solely on him. Truly, a goddess sat atop her marble throne.
Each movement was steady. As it was every night.
How it always was.
Lucifer moved his hand faster. But the sensation didn't change. It was so... mundane. He moved lower on his bed, trying to get a release when his hoof tapped against the box.
Lilith looked down at him and smiled. “How about we start exploring new ways of having sex, Luci?"
Lucifer eyed the box and snapped his fingers. If he was gonna use it, might as well ensure it's sanitary.
He pulled the box closer to him and took out the warm, steaming dildo. It did vaguely resemble-
The devil shook the thought right away. This was just to help with the issue that is keeping him from cumming.
Nothing more.
He returned to the head of his bed, eyeing the sex toy in his hand. It was far longer than he realized since he took something like this. This might even be bigger than he used.
The thought of using a toy that looked like the Radio Demon’s dick made Lucifer realize he would need a little help. Lucifer let go of his cock and waved his free hand. He now held a tall glass of Bee’s Honey Bourbon with a couple ice cubes. Lucifer took that drink letting the liquid settle in his belly. The warmth of the alcohol tingled as it started to flow in his system. Delicious as always and the feeling was positively sinful. He shook the glass to magically refill the glass before setting it on the nightstand.
Now he was ready.
Or was he?
He convinced himself that the sight of this large fake dick was a bit intimidating. Nothing that he couldn’t fix! With a snap of his fingers the lights dimmed on command. Mind over matter. Everything was more approachable in the dim lighting.
Now he was ready!
He relaxed on the pillows back, opening his legs. His hands set the dildo at his entrance.
Lucifer hesitated. The sounds of his blood pulsing in his ears. It was so loud like a drummer playing a steady roll; building suspense with the audience anticipating the next act!
But there was no audience, only himself. The act Lucifer was waiting for never came. He couldn't do it. He sat up and dropped the toy by his side. Fucking hell, it shouldnt be hard to cum by himself!
The moment passed with a whimper not a bang. Now the fallen angel lay on his bed feeling a buzz from the drink and disappointed. Maybe some music would set his mind right. Lucifer lifted his arm to lazily point at this radio. The device came to life with lights and static.
The digital numbers moved rapidly. The dial occasionally stopped to let the station play before Lucifer changed it again. Nothing playing did a thing to elevate his mood. Then the sounds of a smooth jazz number came on, Lucifer assumed it must be coming from the Lust Ring. That area always had the best musicians. He decided to let the station play. It was nice. Ths music was a testament to that.
Lucifer swung his legs over the edge of his bed to sit up. Content for the evening, he took another drink of the bourbon. Jazz, a nice drink and a dimly lit room. It was a perfect way to sleep.
Was this how the Sinner slept? Was this a part of his nightly routine? Did he sleep at all? Lucifer turned his sights to the window. The radio tower’s neon lights were visible from the crack in his curtains. No doubt the tacky host was spouting some annoying tripe to what listeners tuned in.
Annoying man.
What would he say knowing the king was having an issue touching himself?
Lucifer laughed out loud. "He would just laugh in the same way he does! Looking at me with those all devouring eyes, looming over me like I'm some meek little prey."
Lucifer felt his cock stir to life again. What would it be like to be devoured by someone like that? Someone that didn't care about his title and didn't bother to even kiss his feet. Have his sharp teeth in his skin.
He inhaled slightly. It wasn’t just the teeth he wondered about. Lucifer wondered about other parts of the demon. Were those red ears as soft as they looked? How close would the sinner let him get to find out? Maybe he was fuzzy completely under that suit.
Feel that large cock rub against his inner thighs.
Lucifer's cock stirred to life with the fantasy alone. One of his dark hands rubbed his chest. How would it feel to have him close enough to feel if his chest was fuzzy under that shirt and tie? Lucifer took hold of his cock again, grinding in the air. The slight bouncing jostled the dildo closer to him.
He stopped rolling his hips when he felt the toy by his leg. The closest thing he would get to feeling the real cock rub against him..
"Fuck." he whispered. A new fantasy played out his his mind
Alastor stood over him, hand on either side of his head. His fuzzy body was between Lucifer's legs and the demon's pants were around his ankles. The dripping and hot cock rubbed at his inner thighs. He could practically feel the pulsing between his cheeks.
That wasn't the only hot thing against him. That sharp tongue licked up his neck. The Radio Demon pulled back to stare at the Fallen Angel.
Those sharp red eyes burrowing in his soul. That fucking look...
"What's wrong, Your Tiny Majesty? You have me here and yet you aren't taking it..."
Lucifer summoned a clone to resemble the demon. Wasn't a perfect copy but it would do. He would call this version Replicalastor. It was crafted from his desires and would ensure his creator was properly satisfied. The sole purpose was to give the king exactly what he desired. The clone spread the angel's cheeks and started to finger Lucifer immediately with two fingers.
"Oh fuck!" Lucifer cried out as he rolled his head into the bed. Those fingers were just as nimble as they looked. Each one was long and dexterous, appropriate for a piano player.
He opened his eyes as the motions stopped. Lucifer stared into Replicalator’s eyes, surprised how close the clone was, hovering slight inches away. His lips stretch to reveal that same toothy smile the original Alastor had. But this one was hungrier. It was by design. The angel wanted an almost idyllic clone. One more tolerable as well as compliant.
And silent didn't hurt, either.
Lucifer’s hips rolled into the hand, enjoying the friction until Replicalastor took another initiative. The king was flipped face down in the cover, his hips lifted high in the air so he was almost in half. Both of the clone’s hands held firm on the king’s supple waist. Before he could protest, the Replicalastor was knelt on the floor, only the red ears slightly visible.
Immediately, Lucifer felt kiss after chaste kiss on his lower half. Each one blazing a trail around the curves of his ass. He moaned loudly as he felt that sinful mouth slide between his ass.
Replicalastor dragged his long tongue into the valley of his ass, reaching its intended destination. A few swipes and that tongue was starting to bury itself inside his hole.
His head shot up and his vision went fuzzy. When was he last touched like this? When was he the one being serviced? Must have been eons.
The train of thought was cut short as he felt that tongue explore deep inside him. The pace Replicalastor ate him out was ravenous. It consumed him like it would vanish any second. Each finger massaged into Lucifer’s hips, kneading the muscles like dough. Lucifer buried his face in his bedding, moaning louder as the tongue was starting to press against his prostate.
Pre-cum started to spill from his tip onto the corner of the bed. The devil reached down to touch himself but another hand smacked it away. The large hand started to pump his cock at a quick pace.
Lucifer tossed his face to the side, sweat dripping from his forehead and drool spilling on his face. This idea was backfiring too quickly.
He started to lift his chest only to flop back down as the clone squeezed the head of his cock under his thumb. How much more could he take? Lucifer arched his back digging his nails at the covers beneath him.
Fuck, he was so close! "Stop, dammit! Stop or I'm gonna- ah!" The angel cried as he reached his limit. Cum shot out, coating Replicalastor’s fingers. Lucifer panted heavily, holding his position for a few more blissful seconds. All thoughts a buzz with how great that was. Who needed fake toys when you could make duplicates, he reasoned.
Replicalastor released his maker's hips. Until his master was satisfied completely, his job wasn't finished. He leaned over Lucifer, leaving soft kisses on the ivory neck and shoulder. He started to caress Lucifer’s back with one hand while reaching for the fake dick. Replicalastor carefully stood up, keeping his position close to Lucifer.
Lucifer, still in a state of bliss, let his breathing return to an even pace. A content smile spread on his lips as he propped himself on his elbows. That was a well needed release. The moment seemed to change when his ears twitched at the sound behind him. The distinct sound of a zipper. Lucifer dared to look towards the clone.
There was the Radio Demon's clone, sporting the large realistic cock. It used the zipper of his pants as a makeshift strapon. If he didn't know for a fact the scene wasn't real, the devil himself would have been fooled. It looked like the real Alastor stood behind him, cock pointed straight to Lucifer. It licked his lips as the drool dripped from the corners of his mouth. He saw his master as fresh water in the middle of a desert.
"Easy, there. You did enough for one night," Lucifer tried to reason. But words did little to stop Replicalastor in its tracks.
Entrapping Lucifer, Replicalastor wrapped one arm around the angel’s waist as one hand guided the tip to Lucifer's entrance. In a slow and steady push, the cock slid into the drenched hole.
Lucifer's vision went crossed eyed. It was only the tip yet he was stretched beyond what he was used to. And fuck it was hot. His vision focused on a spot on his wall. It was all he could do as he was filled inch by ever loving inch. This had to be all of it.
The clone let out a growl, feeling Lucifer shudder underneath him. The possessive arm held Lucifer’s body close to his chest as the other gripped at the bed covers. Replicalastor started to move his hips once he could feel how relaxed his creator was.
Lucifer moaned loudly as his head fell against the clone's. The outer corners of his eyes caught sight of the bright red hair he wanted to bury his face in. "Fuck, Alastor!" he cried. The whines only encouraged the clone fuck him harder.
It was only a minute or two before Replicalastor changed positions again. It lifted Lucifer’s body from the bed so both of them were upright. The clone kissed the side of Lucifer’s head, keeping his maker relaxed. Lucifer was breathing heavily as the Clone’s next motions were a blur. One moment he was standing on the tips of his hooves and the next he was in the air. He could see his legs open with each knee hooked over the clone's arms.
There wasn’t time to get used to the new position. Its next move made Lucifer choke on a scream. The clone thrust upwards while Lucifer was cradled in its arms. Replicalastor seemed to enjoy letting gravity take hold of the angel in his arms. In a controlled fall, he pushed higher into the king.
Lucifer gasped just as he realized just how wrong he was before. He could feel the base of the cock through his partner's pants. It was completely inside of him. If he wasn't seeing stars before, he was now. Now with a moment to relax his body, he dropped his head. His body was now spouting a slight bulge just below his abdomen. The slight of it made Lucifer grin as his fingers traced the front.
This was exactly what he needed. To have his insides moved from a thorough fucking. The moment to bask passed as his clone lover began to bounce Lucifer in his lap. One dark hand reached to his partner to grip a fistful of hair. The clone lowered his head to nip at the alabaster flesh. The sharp points pricked into the smooth skin.
This possessive angle just made the clone more ambitious. His thrusts grew more erratic. But that was Lucifer's fault. He didn't know about Alastor's sexual exploits. That lapse in judgement was why he gave his creation the same amount of enthusiasm as a demon from Lust.
Fuck if it wasn't worth it. Lucifer could swear the cock had fucked his prostate raw. Each thrust had him seeing the stars he would only see from heaven.
"Shit, s-so good!" He cried as he arched his back. His pulse coursed through his veins as heat built inside again. He would cum again any moment. Each thrust built up tension that forced Lucifer to the edge.
Once....
Twice...!
The cries Lucifer made rang loud with his face angled at the ceiling. He collapsed into Replicalastor’s chest as the clone started to slow down. It held onto his creator, cradling as it gently lay Lucifer on the bed. With the purpose complete, Replicalastor vanished as soon as he was created.
Lucifer lay on his bed panting heavily. His muddled mind tethered on the edge of sleep. But he couldn't sleep in his own mess. Carefully, Lucifer sat on his elbows, body already screaming with the slight movement. Even parts of his body he didn't think could be sore from sex screamed at him to be still. But he would have to make his bed and lie in it on his terms.
One hand pat the covers as gold and red sparkles washed the nearby stains away. Good as new. He scanned the surrounding covers expecting to see dried spittle.
As he saw more stains, he felt his cheeks flush. Spurts of cum streaked across the bed as a slight puddle stained the floor. By himself, this was embarrassing to see. Fuck, I must have been more pent up that I thought.
He waved his fingers to remove the evidence. Taking extra care to make the entire room sanitary. Just as a precaution.
Now he could handle the other issue.
Carefully, Lucifer pulled the cock from his ass. Immediately his body felt empty but relieved. “Gonna have to think of a way to thank that resident,” he chuckled to himself and tossed it in the air. A swirl of magic had the gift cleaned and put away in the box until next time.
Lucifer carefully crawled up the bed, resting against the padded headboard. In a blissful moment, he took the glass of bourbon from the nightstand. He gazed at the liquid watching as the remnants of ice floated around. He leisurely held it up to the window as a toast, wondering if Alastor was still broadcasting. “Well, maybe next time you can join me. Crazier things have happened.”