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Alastor groaned in pain. She knew that angelic weapons were the only weapons which could kill a demon but she still didn’t want to experience that first hand. Not that she was complaining, she was still alive. Well, as alive as once dead can be.
She wasn't double dead, but she wasn't in full health either. That fucker first man Adam had managed to land a blow to her with his axe, carving a bloody cave on his chest. She was in so much pain now.
Her shadow circled her, with a worried expression on its face. It was trying to touch the wound but Alastor didn't allow it. She knew that her shadow only meant well, but she didn’t want anyone else to touch her.
Her shadow backed away, clearly hurt. Alastor felt a bang of guilt, she usually didn't deny anything from her shadow. It just wanted to comfort her and make sure she was okay. It wasn’t its fault that its owner was so stupid and arrogant to think that she would be able to take down the first man without proper weapons. She should thank her shadow, it was the sole reason why Alastor was able to escape from Adam's clutches.
“I'm sorry old friend. It isn't your fault.” She hugged her shadow tightly. It pretended to be sulky, but after a while it returned the hug, while being careful with Alastor’s wound. Said wound still throbbed on her chest, oozing blood. It just didn’t stop, whatever Alastor had done.
She took away her blouse, standing before her bathroom mirror. Her carmine red blouse had covered the blood well, but she started feeling lightheaded. Is it possible for sinners to faint because of blood loss?
Her shadow offered her a glass of water, but she didn’t accept it. The situation deserved something stronger. Wine or whiskey. Husker would have whiskey, but she wasn’t interested in wandering back downstairs, and talking to anyone. And Husker of course had the good stuff. Her magic powers had suffered a bit - OK, a lot - when that fucker Adam broke her microphone, so she couldn’t just conjure one bottle of that goodness without suffering immensely.
But she had wine here, small victories at least. She poured a glass for herself, filling it right up to the edge of the glass and took a sip. When wine flowed down her throat, she started feeling its warming effect. She stood up and walked back in front of the mirror, inspecting her wound.
It was ghastly, its edges rigged and if you looked closely… well you can see her rib cage. Few of her ribs were broken, one of them almost piercing her heart. Alastor shuddered. It looked really bad, but she didn’t want to go and get help. She would be double damned if she would let anyone see her in this state.
Her shadow returned, bringing a needle and a thread. Alastor bled a little bit of her own magic into the threat, making it glow green light and started sewing. The first stitch was painful, she had to bite her lips not to make any sound. Why was she so sensitive right now? She had survived from torn off limbs during turf wars, this shouldn’t be any different. But somehow it was worse. Was it because the weapon which caused this wound, was an angelic from its origin?
She took another gulp from her wine, to give her strength. Then she did a second stitch, this one much more painful than the first one was. She continued stitching herself up in silence, letting out a few grunts of pain every now and then.
When she was done, she staggered towards her armchair, tumbling to sit down. It demanded a lot more from her than she first believed, but at least she did it. No reason to call anyone for help, she can do this on herself, like she always had. She drank the rest of the wine, before falling asleep on the chair, her shadow wrapping itself around her.
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She woke up, disoriented where she was. Had she fallen asleep on the armchair? She realized that her pencil skirt was now all wrinkled up and she would need to iron it again. Nifty can do that to her, bless that little demon. She was always so happy to fulfill Alastor’s wishes.
A knock on the door startled her.
“Alastor? Are you there?”
Ah, it was only Charlie. Alastor had a fleeting thought of how long she must have been asleep. Did she miss her usual radioshow? For heaven's sake, if that was the case, Charlie must be very worried and Alastor wouldn’t have any idea how to disperse those worries.
“Just a minute dear!” Alastor called out, hoping that her voice was calm enough not to raise any suspicion from Charlie.
“Okay. I just wanted to check if you’re ok, it’s midday and you haven’t shown up. We were quite worried about you.”
Midday?? How did that happen? She must have had a need for that sleep, to be able to sleep that long without waking up. When she stood up from the chair, a sudden bang of pain twisted her insides, making her slump back down.
“Aa--agghhh….”
“Alastor? What was that?” Charlie’s voice had a little hint of panic, when she banged her door.
“I’m alright darling, I just… hit my hoof to the bed frame! Nothing to be worried about dearie!” Alastor called out, trying to mask a pain in her voice. Holy fucking Hell, that hurt like a…
She took a few steadying breaths, getting control of her pain. She couldn’t allow Charlie to see her like this! The little princess would soon barge in and see her, doubled over from pain. That simply wouldn’t do! She quickly took her blouse and put it on, ignoring the sharp pain in her chest.
“Well dear Charlie, here I am! I’m sorry that it took so long for me to wake up, I must have forgot to put the alarm on. I hope that everyone has been fed and everything has been running smoothly on this beautiful morning?” Alastor opened her bedroom door, her voice filled with fake cheerfulness.
Charlie looked at her suspiciously. Alastor had to hope that her wide smile was enough to convince the princess that there was nothing wrong. Thankfully it was, Charlie soon shrugged and smiled at her.
“If you say so Alastor. I’m happy to see that you’re up. It’s good for you to catch some sleep.” Charlie smiled at her, that genuine, gentle smile which always warmed the hearts of whoever saw that.
“I know dear. But I shouldn’t indulge myself too often, I can’t keep missing my radio broadcasts. It’s bad for my reputation and I can’t disappoint my listeners. They are expecting me to be on air every morning.” Alastor lamented. She was so disappointed in herself.
“Anyway, I suppose that I have work to do.” Alastor was starting to move away, when Charlie said those words which stopped her right on her tracks.
“Dad needs your help with something. He has requested to meet you in his rooms, as soon as possible.”
Alastor wanted to curse. That good for nothing, pompous, self-centered piece of shit. What does he want now?
“Of course Charlie, I’ll go and visit your father. It must be important, if he wants me there instead of you.” She heard herself saying. Charlie nodded and skipped away.
Alastor’s heart sank. She had a shitty evening and now she had a shitty morning as well. What in the name of all that's unholy that short King wants from her? She started to walk towards the King’s quarters, while furiously thinking. Has she annoyed Lucifer? No… Oh wait, there was that one time, when she used his hat as a table for her cup. But it was a suitable height for that!
And then there was that one time when she had said that the King’s ego was bigger than his brains. That also might have angered the King. But why to postpone punishment for this moment? It didn’t make any sense.
She arrived at Lucifer's door sooner than she hoped and clutched her chest quickly when another wave of pain hit before knocking the door. She didn’t need to wait long before she heard an answer, beckoning her to come in.
Lucifer sat in front of the fireplace. Alastor took a quick note of what Lucifer was swirling in his glass - her favorite whiskey? That annoying… She was going to make Husker suffer from that. He knew better than to give away her whiskey, not speaking about giving it to this insufferable clown! Well, at least Lucifer was drinking it from the nice glass. What a relief, at least he didn’t use a plastic cup, that would be an unforgivable crime against the alcohol.
“Take a seat Alastor” Lucifer called, barely looking at her. Smug bastard.
Alastor slowly walked towards the fireplace, ignoring the continuous pain on her chest. Lucifer has poured a glass of whiskey to her as well. She took a sip from the alcohol, letting it calm her nerves. They both sat in silence for a few minutes.
“Is there something wrong with you Alastor? You usually can’t stay quiet for this long.” Lucifer asked while lifting his glass on his lips.
“Is there something wrong with silence, Sire? Is it grating your nerves, making you unsure what to do or say next?” Alastor quipped, her smile widening a bit. Her shadow emerged and snickered.
Lucifer smirked at her. That smirk unnerved Alastor, but she didn’t show it. She wouldn’t let that clown see how much he affected her right now. What the fuck was wrong with her? She usually didn’t bother with Lucifer’s antics, but now it didn’t take much from Lucifer to get under her skin.
“No… the only reason why I asked that, was because at supper I noticed a small bit of angelic energy radiating from you. Because you’re still a sinner, I would like to know the reason why there is angelic energy inside of you.” Lucifer explained, his carefully crafted smile starting to fade, replaced by something… animalistic.
Alastor felt her smile to fade as well. Shit! It didn’t occur to her that there might be some angelic magic inside of her wound, making it hurt so much. That damn axe!
“Tell me little demon… Do you have something that you want to tell me?” Lucifer demanded, his voice cold now.
“My business is my own, there is no need for you to worry your head with my worries.” Alastor hurried to explain, trying to maintain her carefree attitude. But inside her mind the gears were turning. How much Lucifer knew?
Lucifer threw that fine crystal glass into the fireplace. It still had some whiskey in it, so the flames grew higher, startling Alastor.
“Don’t lie to me! The only way you would have angelic energy inside of you is that you’re having an angelic lover!” Lucifer boomed, his features turning into more demonic. His horns were growing, flames erupting from his mouth.
Alastor wanted to laugh from the sheer absurdity of the accusation. That she would have a lover? For heaven’s sake, she was still a virgin! Of course that idiotic King didn’t know that, but hadn't he noticed how Alastor had turned down every possible suitor who had dared to approach her? And maybe ate some as well, but she was hungry back then! Those imbeciles deserved their fate.
The look on her face only must have made Lucifer more furious, because suddenly he grabbed her by her wrists, squeezing hard. She would have bruises after this confrontation. Hasn't that barbaric little King learned how to treat a lady?
“Stop making me angry Alastor…” King leaned close, his breath tickling Alastor’s face.
“It still hasn’t occurred to me why you would care if I would have.. what did you say, angelic lover? It’s not like we’re together” Alastor sneered, her breasts quickly brushing King’s chest. Her shadow tried to move between them, but with one look from Alastor it dissolved back to the shadows, leaving them be.
“It would mean that there is an angel down here. I like to know what sort of angel it is, though any angel will bring danger to here.” Lucifer held both of her wrists above her head with one hand, while the other hand grabbed her from her jaw. Lucifer used the palm of his hand to slightly press Alastor’s neck, pressing down her cervical vertebrae.
Alastor couldn’t help it. The pain on her neck together with the excruciatingly severe pain on her chest made her whimper loudly. Damn it, the stitches must have failed! She had time to get a glimpse from Lucifer’s surprised expression, before she felt his hands traveling down on her body, stopping right between her breasts. Lucifer glanced at her quickly before ripping off her blouse and bras.
“You fucking -!” Alastor felt her features change into more demonic, her antlers growing and one eye switching into a red on black radio dial.
“Little doe didn’t want to tell me that she’s having an issue with this small wound? What's the matter Bambi, the wound didn’t heal by itself? Oh this is so much better than you carrying some angel’s bastard spawn!” Lucifer laughed.
“You’re lunatic!” Alastor managed to get one of her hands free, and slashed Lucifer but missed. Lucifer slapped her.
“Excuse me, I didn’t hear you correctly? What did you call me?” Lucifer threatened, his face inches away from her own.
“Lunatic!”
“Bambi, Bambi, Bambi…” Lucifer shook his head, then slid his hands on the wound, ripping those stitches away. Alastor wanted to scream from the pain, but didn’t. Tears were welling in her eyes, dropping freely down her face. Lucifer licked them away.
“You look so beautiful when you’re crying. I think I want to see more of that, instead of that bratty attitude of yours!”
Alastor tried to resist, but Lucifer was too strong. He crushed his lips onto hers, muffling all the objections. So she did what her instincts told her to do - bit him.
Lucifer pulled away, his hand touching his bleeding lip. Then he looked at Alastor, who was busy smirking at him.
“So you like it rough? Alrighty then!” Lucifer snapped his fingers, conjuring rope which glowed golden light, tying Alastor’s hands and feet to the bedposts. Alastor tried to say something, but then Lucifer snapped his fingers again and gagged her.
Her eyes widened. What the actual fuck this clown was think about doing? Rape her? Hah, if only Charlie knew how depraved her father was, the poor girl would kick him out of the Hotel. Actually, Alastor might tell her after this…
Lucifer ripped her remaining clothes away as well, leaving her nothing more than a pair of panties. Alastor saw that he was contemplating taking those off too and was prepared for it. If that idiot wanted to fuck her, she wouldn’t make it easy for him! Even though she was tied down, she still had her tendrils and she can always summon her shadow to help.
“What a great place for a wound, right between your beautiful, bouncy breasts” Lucifer murmured and took her nipple to his mouth. Alastor stifled the moan, which was about to escape her lips, this fucking donkey was about to rape her! There was nothing sexy about this situation, not that she wanted things to be sexy.
“It’s like I’m talking to a dead fish, just do something!”
Alastor had looked elsewhere during this whole time, but now she looked straight into Lucifer’s eyes, her eyes full of indifference with a hint of anger.
That might have been a mistake, because Lucifer grabbed her neck, hitting her head against the headboard. Alastor felt her neck to pop from the sheer force of a blow. Her last thought before fainting from pain was… something, maybe making Lucifer pay for that.
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Lucifer laid on top of this infuriating deer demoness. His only reason for inviting her here was to discuss the possible angel connection that Alastor had. He had felt it, glowing angelic energy radiating from Alastor last night, a strong scent of powerful magic. He wanted to protect his daughter and her hotel.
He didn’t intend to knock her unconscious, Alastor just managed to make him lose his temper. He didn’t want to hurt Alastor, he wasn’t that kind of man. But Alastor wasn’t an ordinary woman, she was exasperating, always sneering at him, trying to trip him up. So his goal for this meeting has changed, he wanted to give her a lesson.
Luckily for him, Alastor was a pretty little doe. Years in solitude, after Lilith left, had made him crave for a touch. Doesn’t matter where that touch comes from. He just wanted to touch something pretty after a long time of using only his hand. And here was a solution, Alastor. Laying down in his bed, maybe not ready or willing, but who cares? Time to drop that little deer off from her high pedestal.
The wound in front of him was slowly oozing blood and staining the bedsheets. He could heal that wound easily and fix the damage Adam has caused to Alastor’s body. But why wouldn’t he have some fun with it before he would do that?
He has fucked women before, of course. But Lilith didn’t allow him to act along his darker urges, demanding that they would have normal sex. As normal as they could have, one being an immortal arch angel and other one being a former human. Lilith wasn't a fan of bondage, or any other stuff Lucifer was interested in. Something of it reminded her from Adam and Eden, how Adam tried to make her do as he wanted, not caring of her sexual interests and needs.
But now, seeing this pretty little doe in front of him, on his bed.. having her chest all fucked up so badly, it stirred Lucifer’s cock. The sight in front of him made him excited, mad with lust. He wanted to feel Alastor’s bones and innards stroking and scraping his cock, while he pushed inside that gruesome hole in her chest. How he would coat that wound with his cum, landing some of those gorgeous, firm breasts.
Lucifer kissed Alastor’s mouth, before taking his own pants and boxers off. Stroking his cock for a few times, he massaged Alastor’s breast, playing with her nipple. Then he ripped off the rest of the stitches, while smiling darkly. Really, a pretty little deer tried to fix this wound all by herself? How amusing.
The first push felt weird. Alastor’s innards were slippery and blood coated his cock entirely. Broken bone scratched the tip of his cock when he pulled out, causing it to sting and a drop of golden blood emerged. Lucifer hissed between his teeth, but pain was soon gone. He adjusted his angle, avoiding the edges of a broken bone nearest to his cock, instead pushing inside Alastor’s ribs.
Soon he relaxed and found a good rhythm. He laughed a bit, when his cock brushed Alastor’s heart. To think, he managed to touch the deer’s heart! It wasn’t black nor cold, who would have guessed?
His balls hit Alastor’s rib cage on every push and bit by bit, he managed to dig deeper inside Alastor’s chest. He kept his balance by holding the headboard, while his thighs straddled Alastor’s chest, making those delicious boobs to jiggle on every push. He briefly thought about pulling out and finishing himself between Alastor’s breasts, mattifying that soft fur and making it sticky. But no, he has already come too far, he needs to finish this how he intended. Who knows, if he would get another chance like this ever again?
A sudden inhale woke him from his thoughts. He looked down, Alastor was about to wake up. Damn, of course she had to try and wake up and interrupt his fun. She wouldn’t be too happy if she woke up and saw Lucifer fucking the the giant hole in her chest.
His pushes became more intense and breathing turned more frantic, when he tried to race against the time. He felt his balls to tighten a little bit before he finally came, laying a thick coat of cum on Alastor’s heart. It mixed up with blood. Interesting sight, to be sure.
He sighed. Better to dress up, before the little doe wakes up for real and try to think about the cover story. He can’t exactly tell her what he did to her.
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Alastor’s head hurt. Where was she? Bed, that’s for sure, but her eyes couldn’t focus on anything. The pain in her chest had dulled a bit, it was still there, but it was much more tolerable. She closed her eyes, taking a few breaths before opening them again. Now her vision was more focused, she could take in the details in the room.
She wasn’t in her own room, no. Fireplace, those crystal glasses and a bottle of her favorite rye.. Alastor sat up, her hands grasping for sheets to cover her. How the hell was she still in the King’s room? And she didn’t have any clothes at all, beside her panties. What that depraved little monkey had done to her?
Her gaze flew across the room, before finally landing on the man to blame. She wrapped the sheets around herself before walking to sit next to him. She saw her ruined clothes next to bed, everything was starting to clear out in her head. She took a seat, keeping silent while Lucifer poured her a glass.
“What did you do to me?” She asked, her voice uncharacteristically small. She dreaded for the answer, but she needed to know.
Lucifer’s chuckle made her blood run cold. Did this bastard really rape her? Took advantage of her defenselessness, to fulfill his unnatural sexual desires? Did he even realize that Alastor is… was virgin?
“Calm down pretty Bambi. I only healed your wound, it started bleeding during our argument and you lost your consciousness because of it. Nothing else happened, I stayed here to watch over your sleep and to make sure that the wound is healing up.”
Alastor looked at Lucifer, suspicion in his eyes. He didn’t trust anything that this sad clown said. She remembered clearly how Lucifer ripped off her clothes and banged her head onto the headboard. But… was that her own imagination? The wound was healing and she wasn’t in so much pain anymore. She peeked inside the blanket. She saw a huge, ragged scar, but it was closed. No more blood and no more of her hastily done stitches. Maybe everything went exactly how Lucifer described and she was suffering from concussion.
“Does it hurt anymore?” Lucifer asked, glancing at Alastor quickly before focusing again on the fireplace.
“... No Sire. Thank you.”
Lucifer waved at his hand dismissively. Alastor finished her drink and conjured new clothes on herself. She fixed her hair before walking out from Lucifer’s room, still confused. But maybe she just needed to be happy that her wound was fixed and she didn’t need to fear about bleeding out anymore. Maybe she could persuade Lucifer into fixing her microphone?
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Lucifer sighed when Alastor left from his room. He had a raging boner when he heard Alastor slowly waking up, making those adorable little sounds. He had healed her quickly before she woke up. He made sure to leave his cum inside of her, before rushing to sit in the armchair.
When he healed her, he had to touch her amazing body. Those perky boobs still haunted his retinas and when Alastor sat next to him, covered only with a blanket… Lucifer only wanted to take her right there.
He wasn’t in love with her, but it’s been so long since someone had touched him. He needs to find a way to get Alastor back into his room again, he wants to see if Alastor’s pussy is as lovely as her boobs..