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His fingers skimmed the wall, searching for balance. The hallway stretched endlessly before him, longer than it had any right to be. He took another sip out of his bottle that was clutched in his hand, his lips curled inwards as the bitter liquid covered his tongue. Lucifer never got used to the cheap booze at the hotel, not that he was a big drinker, but he needed one tonight– desperately.
Reaching the door at the end of the hallway, he rattled his knuckles against the worn wood.
“It’s open.”
With a mixture of dread and relief, he opened the door.
There in the misty darkness of the deep red lights sat Alastor. The radio demon’s silhouette made Lucifer’s heart flutter and sink. There he was, a horned, bushy-eared radio demon that Lucifer knew could scratch his itch– or at least he hoped. Stepping into the room, he placed the now half-empty bottle on the shelf near the door.
“Hello, Alas-“
“Oh. Your highness!” Alastor exclaimed, his eyes gleaming at him through the vanity mirror. “I wasn’t expecting royalty to be at my door.” He spun lazily in his chair to face the king. “What can I do for you?”
Lucifer’s cheeks burned for a moment. Suddenly, he was grateful for the crimson tint to the room; maybe the lights were hiding how his face flushed. Raising his hand to his lips, he cleared his throat.
“I need you,” Lucifer mumbled, trying to sound confident; coming off as desperate.
“You need me?” Alastor laughed. “For what? To tend to your duck army? To reach the top shelf for the cookie jar Charlie had confiscated?”
With a kick of his heels, he turned back toward the mirror. “Judging by that quiver in your lip, I’d say the king is in quite the predicament.”
Lucifer opened his mouth to respond.
But Alastor’s shadow was suddenly behind him. Sending a shiver through Lu’s body. Its fingers toyed with a curl of his hair, winding it slowly, possessively.
“Looks like you’re already ready to go.” The static voice rang out. “I haven’t even touched you yet, and you’re already threatening to burst a hole in those nice pants you’re wearing.” Alastor’s hot red eyes met with Lucifer’s in the mirror. “How pathetic.” His glitched demonic tone set the scene, and with that, the shadow pushed Lucifer to the bed.
Alastor remained at his vanity, stirring his tea.
“A shame, really.” He sighed. “I would like to break you myself. But I’m not in the mood.”
His shadows loomed over the king, who was struggling to find his grip on the sheets. The dark creature grew two— no, three— times its size as it hovered over the bed.
“Now hold on—“ Lucifer’s voice cracked, trying to find whatever dignity he had left. But the shadow had other plans. The tentacles wrapped themselves around the king’s wrists and ankles, pulling him into a star formation against the bedsheets. Lucifer couldn’t help but whine as the looming shadow finally pressed a giant hand down against his groin. Pushing against the tightness in his pants. “Wait, Alastor–“
“No time to waste, my dear.” The demon laughed, lifting the cup to his lips. “You came to me, darling. And now, you’ll give me exactly what you came for.”
With a nod of his head, the shadow gripped onto the king’s robes. Ripping shirt, pants, and dignity in one fluid motion. He gasped as the cool air rushed over his heated skin. The chill did little to help the king’s throbbing cock, but neither did the creature. Its hands seemed to appear and disappear at will—pushing and pulling against his groin. Its mouth kissing along Lucifer’s neck, down his chest, and finally lapping the tip of his cock.
“Fuck.” Lucifer moaned. This was so fast. Too fast. Whatever happened to foreplay? He would complain, but then again, his mind was a wreck. Trying to focus on not cumming there and then. “God—“ he whined.
“Ah. Ah. Ah. No, she can’t help you here.” Alastor’s voice sang out from across the room.
“Try again.”
“Damn you.” Lucifer cursed. Struggling against his darkened chains. The creature took him in fully, swallowing him down, swirling its tongue against his tip, then down the length of his shaft.
Lucifer’s moans hitched in his throat, fighting back sobs of pleasure. Trying—and failing— to hold his composure. His cock leaked desperately into the shadows’ mouth. It pulled back, licking its lips, and smiled.
Another hand appeared, caressing the innermost part of his thigh. Working its way between his legs before stopping at the entrance. Its finger pressed against his hole, fighting its way past the tension, curling and pushing until—
“Fuck. Alastor. Please.” Lucifer cried out.
Bingo.
The shadow prodded relentlessly, pressing against his prostate. Lucifer bucked his hips, as if he were trying to ride the shadow’s long, spindly finger tips. His face was flushed, his pupils blown, his cock thrashing against his stomach as he pounded himself back against the darkness.
Then suddenly.
Nothing.
The shadow was gone. Lucifer’s body lay weak and trembling on this bed. His cock is dripping precum onto his stomach. Confusion filled him.
“Do you ever…?” Lucifer’s words slurred against his pining breath. “Please. Alastor.”
The deer’s head spun to meet Lucifer’s gaze. His body remained the same, holding his teacup facing the mirror. “Begging? And I thought you were above that,” he scoffed.
“Well, who am I to say no to a king?” His eyes flashed to dials as his head jerked to the side.
Dark black shadow tentacles ripped from his shoulder blades and lower back. Lucifer was suddenly drowning in what seemed like an endless sea of tendrils. Covering his face, his body, wrapping around his cock, flipping him over so his chest pressed against the bed, and lifting his hips into the air.
One after another, the tentacles took their turn, pushing in and out of Lucifer’s hole. Fucking into him over and over and over again.
“Oh God.” Lucifer moaned wildly. Trying to push himself back into the wild black vines surrounding him.
“What did I say?” Alastor’s smile reflected that of pure evil. “I’ll just have to shut you up until you learn whose station this is.”
Lucifer’s eyes widened as a dark tentacle flew towards his mouth, choking him, owning him. His abdomen was swollen with the vines of darkness that were fighting for dominance within him. As another shadowy figure wrapped itself around his cock, squeezing and pulling.
Tears filled his eyes, silent moans cracked around his unexpected gag.
“Will you play along?” Alastor asked. Sending his tentacles in harder and deeper into his subject.
Lucifer nodded desperately.
The tendril pulled back.
His throat was free. He coughed, the mist of spit and blood firing onto the sheets. He gripped what he could of them, wrapping the bedding around his fingers, doing anything he can to stabilize himself against the onslaught of Alastor's shadows ruthlessly thrusting into him.
“Fuck. Alastor. Alastor!”
“Good boy.”
The vines pushed into him again. And again and again. They poured over his swollen cock, lapping at his nipples, treading against his chest and neck. Lucifer thrust back onto them. His dignity was completely obliterated as he could hear Alastor laughing behind him, but in this moment, that didn’t matter. He didn’t care. He was so close. So very, very close.
“Good boy” played over again in his head.
“Alast–“ He choked on his last cry as his body pumped puddles of cum onto the bed. His cock twitched, spitting cum onto his abdomen.
The tentacles continued to fuck into him until–
*snap*
Alone. Again. Lucifer was alone, again. Ass up on the radio demon's bed. Waiting patiently to see if that damn deer had any other snarky comments as he caught his breath and attempted to stop drooling on the sheets.
But nothing.
After a few moments— and once he could feel his legs again— Lucifer sat up.
He let out a frustrated but satisfied sigh as he read a note left written on the vanity mirror:
Lovely seeing you, let’s do this again sometime
“That damn bellhop.”