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Hell's gorey glow tainted the stage Vox stood upon, and the crimson seemed to deepen as he addressed the sinners who groveled beneath him. A few of the crowd members began to look up, gasping at the sight enfolding behind him, Vox smirked, right on time he thought. Widening his eyes, Vox feigned ignorance as he turned in surprise towards the tower he built. His monument towards his ultimate goal, heaven, but for now he was the god of Hell's skyline. Lucifer loomed above his magnum opus, dismissing the clouds he descended from with a flourish of his arms. He looked like he was falling from heaven again, it's great gates glowing above him as he toyed with one of many satellites littering V Tower. Vox had every camera working on all cylinders, scanning the area as he awaited the Kings arrival. He flipped the screens to the perfect shot as the angel shattered the Tower's windows and tormenting the unveiling of Vox Tech's new era further.
The business man looked up at this supposed god, as Lucifer was calling himself, and couldn't help but think that this place must have been an upgrade for the fallen. Though most of his hat tricks were unimpressive, the fiery serpent he conjured did get Vox's heart pounding a tad. Fire insurance was a must in Hell, but on top of all the windows being shattered from their frames, he honestly didn't want to deal with the paper work. In a gust Lucifer swept down to his level, and Vox let out an internal sigh, he hated having to look up to other people. Valentino was one thing, but the weak was a whole different ball game. The cyclone forming around Vox cooled his body as he nonchalantly watched a blur of white and red whip around him. Lucifer's breath was hot on Vox's screen as he slammed to a halt an inch from his face, spit slinging as he threatened him. Vox noted his tight suit as the king struggled to breathe against his haughty show of power.
Lifting an eyebrow and lowering his volume, Vox whispered deeply, "I'll ring your bell~". Lucifer's eyes widened and his face tinted a light shade of gold for the whole audience gathered behind Vox to see. He could not longer hold back the cocky grin creeping across his face as his plan set into motion. Laughing nervously, Lu cut his own tension, "Woah haha, I have a wife".
"How have you managed to keep those values down here?"
The angel hovered above him, his ass sticking up in the air as his knees were neatly bent below his center of mass. Not to bad for a bottom, Vox thought as he reached his hand upwards, swiftly cupping the curve of Lu's back and bringing him down to ground level. Brows tilting upward in a slight panic, Lu's eyes jotted around, searching for a means of escape before giving up, and landing in Vox's crimson eyes. A bit of submission was something Vox would always take advantage of, the demon pressed him close. He couldn't ignore the twitch of a bulge pressed against his pristine white pants as he intertwined his fingers with the angel's. "Did that little show get you hard?" the TV teased as cables slithered out of his pants cuffs and wrapped around his prey's porcelain ankles. A growl rumbled in his throat, making Vox's own blood heat up beneath his skin, he may as well have fun.
He danced the King around in a circle and continued his one sided banter, "I happen to be connected to everything in this town, even the satellite you were stroking earlier." Lu snapped his teeth, anger boiling beneath the surface, "Is that why you are holding me so close, you want me to step on you again?" "Well if your gonna offer," Vox cooed back, thrusting his hips to close the gap where the angel had been pulling away. He rubbed his fingers to spin Lucifer's wedding band around, "You don't gotta put on a show if you want my attention you know." The devil puffed hot hair from his nose in defiance but Vox continued, "You can't satisfy them," Vox nodded his head towards the massive crowd of sinners jammed against each other below them, "You cannot satisfy your daughter," Vox towered over the short king, his eyebrows slanting down as his face hardened threateningly. "You couldn't satisfy Lilith," His teeth shot into a toothy grin as Lu's pupils shrank, barely leaving anything but the blood wells of his eyes. "Can you satisfy me? Mr. Temptation himself." Lucifer's face was scrunched in fury at the TV head man's audacity, his pupils twitching to the point that waves should have been splashing in their wake. The TV head man finally heard the growl that had been growing from Lucifer as he closed his mouth. The fire Vox had been stroking hit him square in the face as Lu hissed steam out between his teeth, "Leave my daughter and wife out of this, they do not deserve to have their names spoken by such rancid filth!"
Vox's face was on the verge of liquifying at the heat Lucifer spewed from his open mouth. A scoff escaped the screen as he straightened up, acting offended at the Kings rage, all he was doing was stating the truth. Towering over him, the distance allowed him to at least stay animated a little longer, that is if the King tore him limb from limb once he was fed up with his prodding. But Vox just couldn't resist molding the King like clay in his hands. His short tight breaths, uncalloused hands beating heat into his cold cybernetic digits, wings twitching and fluttering against Vox's cradling arm. Oh how Vox would love to free him from the cultural restraints of his clothes. Of course Vel would be out of a job if that became the next fashion trend, 'Hell's almighty ruler goes all natural~'. Vox swallowed the saliva pooling in his mouth, his eyes trailing down between them, to become a martyr at the hands of Lucifer would be world shattering, both for him and his followers. He locked his eyes on their waists rubbing together, if twisted the right way it wouldn't look too bad in the press either. Maybe he could even be Hell's next Jesus. He pushed down the fantasy of Lucifer fucking him beyond all repair, stifling a whine into a groan low in his throat. It wasn't hard to imagine with his pretty face right in front of him, "I just wanted to make sure," Vox barely managed the heated whisper as his eyes trailed up Lu's lieth form, "...you wouldn't be absent for me." He began to rub small circles into Lu's lower back as the demon gave Vox a stunned look, his mouth hanging slightly agape. Oh how he wanted to shove his hands into...Lu lightly bucked into Vox's crotch, causing another groan to escape him. Vox smirked as he twitched against him, giving the king a knowing look. "Oh you just can't wait, can you?~"
"You already said it yourself, I am temptation incarnate," Lucifer shot him a smug look. Vox breathed in heavily, trying to clear the heat slowly wafting into his mind, he did say it himself. Surely, Lu would have worked up a plan by now to get himself out of this predicament, even if it was just playing along. The king began working his forked tongue around his sharp teeth, his eyes half lidded stirring the growing heat between his legs. His cables slithered slightly up Lu's legs before squeezing to a hault. He's distracting you, Vox lashed as himself. "prove yourself to me then...break me in like the rest of the venue." Lu's eyes flared in excitement at the challenge, his eyebrows flicking down in determination.
Static shot between Vox's antenna's as he slowed their dance, his back facing his dedicated audience who awaiting his next move. Lu pointed his nails into where his hand rested in the small of Vox's back, slowly he began to trace his nails up to the TV head man's shoulder blade. Though unimpressed, Vox took in the pin needles his grip left in it's wake, pushing down the static his body threatened to spark along the trail. Before bringing his hand around to the front of his body, the king stalled on the soft part of his side, applying pressure that made Vox grind his teeth. "Don't rip the suit," he managed before sharply intaking a breath as Lu palmed through his shirt at his closest nipple. Shooting him a pouty face he rubbed down harder, only for Vox to realize he was gripping onto the base of the angel's middle set of wings. Damn stability, Vox scolded himself before scowling down at his captive.
"Oh no Daddy, what are you going to do to me?" he mocked in a sultry tone. "Fondle your antenna," Lu gave a dopey smile before working his way lower down the demon's suit coat. Shit, shit, shit! Vox's breath hitched and he found himself tuning into Lu's thudding pulse as he worked his thumbpad across the soft part of the fallen's wrist. The stretching of tendons and veins beneath porcelain skin grounding him. This is way to quick, but Vox supposed he had an audience waiting for him, one that he was now unsure how to face. Vox tilted his screen down with the pace of the King's hand, "You're going so quick, I don't see how you got your wife pregnant." To the opposite effect of what Vox intended to cause, Lu harshly smiled at him. Flicking his forked tongue, simultaneously his indignation racing down the businessman's chest into his pants. Rewarded with a grunt, Lu fished his way down, finger tips tapping in his search easily landing on the head of his cock. To Vox's misfortune, though still slightly limp, his cock played into the kings touch. His heart beat engulfed by fingers as his throbbing length was closed in on. "You aren't happy to see me?" Lucifer teased as he stroked down forcing Vox to bite his lip. "And why were you?" Vox huffed, frustrated with the control he had surrendered so quickly. But as the king stoked the fire of his arousal a lightbulb went off in his head. He began to hum to Lu's work, his vision clouding as the king took center stage working against his tightly tailored pants.
Oh how he longed to desperately rail Lucifer in on live TV, ugh he groaned, he would be paid for the pleasure ten fold. The Tv headman hoped Lu got pleasure from thinking he caused him to fully harden, when in reality it was the thought of his ratings shooting up in unison with Lucifer's dick. Though he was never a front man in Val's studio, it was hard to resist having a one and done debut. It may ruin his cleanlily image, but oh the images spreading of him spreading Luci's legs apart and fucking him raw on stage was immaculate. He could hear the like button ringing now, the thousands of clicks into Val's part of the website to catch this exclusive glimpse.
Lightly the mouthy mortal guided the hand he held to rest on the dip of his hip, Lu's eyes had been trained on his and they shifted questioningly as Vox brought his claw to rest on the pinstripe vest protecting his chest. Slowly he followed the seam down, rotating his fingers excruciatingly slow around each button he passed, stifled his own moans. No longer did he want to be the only one overwhelmed by the heat flaring into his pixels, he wanted Lucifer, bright faced and sputtering as he followed through with his new vision. Keeping the devil on his toes, the TV head man occasionally flicked his fingers back the way they came, and the hitching of the small man's breath quickened as his claws drew lower towards his thighs. "This~," Vox drew his fingers into his palm, leaving his pointer finger to draw thin circles around Lu's waste, "is how you should treat a woman." Lu huffed at the teasing before grinning back, "I'm the one who had the kid, looks like someone needs to learn to respect their elders."
At that Vox found his claw tracing towards and clinking against the button on Lucifer's dress pants. "Oh ho ho," Vox purred, "I think your doing a pretty good job." Before he could respond Lu squeaked as Vox pressed the gleaming button through the cloth hole and forced the zipper down with a claw. In retaliation Lucifer quickened his speed, squeezing down on his cock as he went, causing Vox to lurch forward. The beginnings of a moan was cut off by Vox's teeth meeting Lucifer's top hat. "And you think I'm lacking in the sperm department? Your so tense I could get you off right now." Wet spilled between his stomach and the angel's hand, groaning as he felt the soft hands begin to glide smoothly around him, precum beginning to soak the front of his pants.
Yearning for the upper hand, Vox ran his finger over Lucifers bulge, impressed he managed to fit such a magnificent thing within pants that only had the support of one button. Let alone be able to nimbly move around with such short stature, he was practically a tripod. Vox released his teeth from the hat with a hiss, leaning down to mumble in the king's ear, "I guess you don't need that hat to compensate for something". He began to nibble and lick at the side of the angel's throat, distracting him from his cables sliding up his legs and gliding his boxers and pants down to the fallen's knees like silk. Vox's breath danced heat onto the snow white skin, a jagged smile was the only warning the king had gotten before his next move, however the king couldn't make out much with the screen's tilt. Vox, utilizing his height, yanked Lu around with the wing he had been so tentatively gripping at earlier. Twirling Lucifer to land ass first into his crotch, the TV man moaned, forcing his hand between the two of them to pull down his boxers. The cables retraced back up the angels legs to lock the king in place, securing Vox's hold. His partner had worked his cock up nicely as it sprang out immediately, a teal shine showing off the many ringed creases along it, growing bigger until reaching his plump and throbbing arrow headed end.
The king growled into a low demonic tone, his horns beginning to sprout as Vox's plan unfolded. Taking his free hand he lined himself up, internally turning on lube to be laced with his precum, and after a quick few strokes, and a miss judged thrust, he shoved his way in. The king shifted to a loud moan as the business man lunged for his horn, grasping it and his wing, he threw them around to face the audience, his heel gliding on the clean stage as his cables followed suit. The audience first stared in shock, and then began hooting and hollering. The uproar worsened as Vox flipped the large monitors behind him to a close up of the king's face, and the audience began to chant for the new king of Hell. The best part was Lucifer didn't even know the scene he was capturing, already to disoriented and overwhelmed to control the entire situation. gold heat trailed from his face down to his cock, which was now in full public view bouncing up into his chest with the harsh rhythm Vox had set. Lu tried to look down, or anywhere else from the audience as the TV demon claimed him, already too weak, and frankly deep in pleasure to see a way out. Vox would yank his horn back so he could face his citizens as he huffed and groaned, saliva dripping from his mouth as he struggled to close it in such a tense position. Leaning down Vox wetly whispered in his ear, "Is this good for you?" That made the King squirm and whimper in his grasp, looking for some control the fallen gripped his clothes, then his hair, before attempting to cover his mouth. Good Boy, Vox thought, oh how the mighty have fallen. He picked up the pace, thrusting deeper to fully cover the soft point he knew Lucifer was craving. Lu was no longer coherent, just babbling nonsense as he began to reach his peak, heat flooding his abdomen.
Vox huffed, feeling each ring of his cock ripple pleasure through him as they caught on Lucifer's deliciously warm insides. "Barkkk..ugh," Vox struggled to suppress his groan into a growl, "Bark for me...bitch." He yanked up on the king's horn once more, causing his tongue to lolli out of his mouth, beads of water rushing to it's forked tips, straining to dripple to the stage below. His only verbal confirmation he got from Lu was an "uh...uh...uh", before Vox slammed against him. Lucifer came, groaning "FuuAAaucCCckkk" in response. Vox's cock twitched in pleasure at the exclamation, driving harder against Lucifer's tight walls. As his digital eyes rolled back in an extreme wave of pleasure, Vox dug himself further into Lucifer's sweet spot, letting out a low moan as he came inside lucifer.
Panting and bleary eyed he looked on as the crowd cheered for him, hurling insults at the fallen king. The Tv head man released his grip on the devil's horns, pushing his hand hungrily into his golden locks to grip his hair as he slowly rocked himself out of the King. Tiredly, and frankly without much effort, Lucifer squirmed against him as he was forced to relish in Vox's victory and his embarrassment.