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()\ words it was a roller coaster. I've never written smut before but for a first attempt

《 I think it went well. I will admit that I struggled with deciding the anatomy of this but I feel like I found a solid medium with it. Even figured out how to explain it lol. As always enjoy and read ummm maybe a warning with this one it's a little dark.

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Chapter five.

This was not happening. All those years he spent thinking that this very scenario was impossible, all those years he felt secure in the knowledge he would never be triggered and it happened. The king of hell himself did this to him. It could only be described as the base of his skull being ripped open and a flood of emotions and feelings he didn't even have names for was being shoved inside the gaping hole. A wave of nausea hit him. If he had eaten that morning it would be all over the floor, the coffee he drank in replacement of food turned violently in his gut. He was supposed to meet Rosie for breakfast.

He lost the strength in the arm holding him up flopping over onto his side, he took in greedy gulps of air but it didn't feel like enough. His throat hurt from the strangulation the king had given him a few moments ago. It made breathing and swallowing more difficult. He found himself curling up as much as he could; the tibia fibula break of his right leg kept it bent out at an odd angle; the blood from the open wound was slowly pooling around his outstretched leg making a growing puddle.

Long arms wrapped around himself, hunching his shoulder in to appear smaller and less threatening to his surroundings. With his left leg he pushed himself back into the counter trying hard to wedge himself underneath the lip at the bottom. Right leg leaving a blood smear on the ground as he did so. If anyone was to enter the kitchen they would see the blood first and after walking around the island in the middle of the room would see the deer curled up. His flushed face rested on the floor black tiles doing little to take the heat from it, his hair had come disheveled in the struggle and was starting to stick to his face with a steady building layer of sweat. It hung loose in curls blocking anyone from seeing his panicked eyes that were slowly filling with tears. He blinked them away as best he could but more soon followed he mumbled quietly to himself "this is not happening" he couldn't have been triggered this was some kinda nightmare brought on by lack of oxygen. How he wanted that to be true but it was wishful thinking.

Alastor let out another wounded belk sound, his instincts at war with themselves. The slave part was demanding to do as he was told. The animal half urged him to run and hide seek shelter. Finally his rational mind was in some kind of shock, stuck between this is not happening and finding and killing the blond responsible for it.

Lucifer, whether the idiot king knew it or not, had given Alastor an order, one that was dangerously close to being a law. If the king had only forced a little more power into the words it would have been just that. Outside of work arounds most submissives and dominants get triggered by sight, smell or touch. 99.99% of the time this happens when brought into close contact with a partner with 100% compatibility. Alastor found more interest in the different birds outside the classroom window than the lecture he received in grade school on this very subject. If he had been paying attention he would know that the only reason that the king did not trigger him before the kitchen incident was how old he was. The amount of strain and stress a triggering caused the body grew worse with age he was 32 when he died 8 years over the medically declared safe age for it to happen. Ideally a person should trigger between 20-25 when they stopped growing. Anything over should be monitored closely for possible negative side effects, adding in his time of death Alastor was around 90 years old.

The remaining 0.01 % of triggers was only possible and at the time theorized by some scientists to be caused by a Master's command. The theory could never be tested because there were no masters currently alive; a total of 13 masters have ever been put to record and that's counting Adam, only the rare slave had any information attached to them and only a total of 57 had been documented in the history of time starting with the first being Eve. Unknown to science this number was wrong as 59 slaves existed 58 was Alastors mother 59 was Alastor himself but both being born in backwater New Orleans neither ever got on record and the test to determine such things was too expensive for the poor family to afford. Only reason his mama knew was because the hoodoo women told her "mark of the slave on you mark of the slave on the spawn in your womb". she had already known this as her own mama had come to the hoodoo women when she was with child. She was a simple servant submissive with a kind quiet dom who had some troubles giving her what she needed but his love for her helped him push through that discomfort.

When Alastors mother returned home that night she easily lied to his father and said their baby boy was gonna be a quiet dom just like his grandpa. He didn't believe in all that hoodoo voodoo bullshit but he couldn't deny the accuracy of the hoodoo women so he took it with a grain of salt he would wait and see.

"You wasn't right boy, from the start I knew you wasn't right" the truth came out in the end…

An experienced sub who had been triggered early in life and was used to being given orders and commands might have been able to fight against the order. With a will of pure iron they could have dug their hooves in refusing to follow. True, sometimes doing so causes adverse effects: headache,dizziness,lightheadedness,maybe some nausea and vomiting sprinkle in some fatigue and sub-drop and that was as bad as it got. It wasn't idle you could ask Angel Dust he's been through it enough times with Val to know it was shitty but doable.

This may have been true for Alastor as well if he wasn't a slave sub, a class created to follow orders born to bend to the will of masters. In many ways this was Lilliths fault if she never kicked Adam in the balls for trying to boss her around then Eve would have never needed to exist.

That's not to say he couldn't build up resistance to being ordered around. He would need time and experience and for the one giving the orders not to be a high ranked x-angel. This was the first problem the deer was facing on a growing list, the bright side was that if he did manage not to become a mindless vegetable by the end of this horrible turn of event then he would be resistant to most if not all other doms outside of masters. As long as he had enough exposure and trained himself in refusing, that would mean being ordered around routinely and Alastor wasn't the type to allow such a thing. Kinda a win loss situation.

Alastor with zero experience and a lifetime plus of shoving this part of himself down, even with the recordings he listened to every morning and night did nothing to prepare him for this. At most those recordings were suggestions, maybe a weak command at best, not since he had been a child had the deer been bossed around by anyone. He was in a losing battle with his options becoming slimer every second he wasted huddled up on the floor like some wounded animal, he needed to think he needed control. First thing he needed to do was get out of the kitchen, that was going to be the easy part. Once in the safety of his room he could figure out the next part. Forcing his head up he lifted his right arm pulling his power to him, his shadows crawled across the floor answer his call, he would travel through them and–

GRRR that sound. He froze, hand hanging in the air the darkness of his powers only a few inches away. His heart pounded in his chest , ears flicking around his head erratically trying to catch that sound again, he heard that right? No his mind was playing tricks he needed to focus.

CH-CHKT his head whipped to the side, smile strained as he looked at the counter blocking his view, neck and head bent at a 70 degree angle to try to see better. Muscles pulling tight the fur that lightly dusted his skin standing on end. His breath was loud as it squeezed out between his clenched teeth, that was a rifle he knew that sound it was burned into his brain from not only his death but hunting trips with father. Deer are easy game. Deer are stupid and easy to catch. Bucks are easiest does even more. Follow the blood and one shot through the head. No game in hunting deer.

" You wasn't right boy" fuck that voice he knew that voice, the sound of it caused him to throw himself back with such ferocity his lower right leg bent more out of shape the broken bones of his tiba fibula breaking fully through the skin points digging into the ground under his thigh acting like a snare. Hoove hanging loosely only connected by muscles and tendons inside a fleshy sack.

BARK BARK BARK

The hounds sounded close, they were coming for him again, he was wounded and trapped and they were going to get him. He was losing himself, his mind breaking. He couldn't focus enough to call his power and couldn't get away. He was gonna get ripped apart all over again, a feeling he hadn't felt in a long time gripped him in that moment he was scared.

"Flush him out"it wasn't some faceless hunter with them either it was his father he knew Alastor was weak and easy pickins he's come back to finish him off. He never did find that bastard in hell. It was possible he had been hiding and waiting for a moment like this to do what he failed to do that day.

A pair of hands reached out icy to the touch, they wrapped around the protruding bones of the deers leg snapping them back into place, empty sockets filled only by a soft blue light starred as the sinner threw his head back knocking elongated antlers into the counter behind. A surprised scream of pain tried to ring out but was muffled by the cool mass shoved in the maker's face, crismons eyes stared back at the shadow dials ticking as the red headed tried to figure out what was happening. The pain was enough to snap the fragile pieces of his psyche back together with the sounds of the hounds, rifle and his father gone, soft chitters replacing them. His leg felt like it was being deep in a bucket of ice as the wound began to mend aided by his ever loyal shadow who was using its own power to heal him. The grip on his leg was gentle but firm, not allowing the limb to move as the pain intensified before stopping with fixed scarred skin replacing the mangled mess.

The shadow didn't understand what was happening; it felt the connection between itself and its master grow thin as if at any moment it would snap and the two would be whole no more. They needed to get away. It should have ripped the beating heart out of that man. Shifting to look over the counter top and across the kitchen making sure no one was coming into the room, the shadow wrapped itself around it's master pushing cheek to cheek with him as it feed energy into his body enough for the deer to fade into the shadows shooting across the hotel and to the safety of their den.

The landing was less than perfect in truth it was downright horrible the power he had siphoned from his shadow all used up his exit was abrupt causing him to slide across the wooden boards stopping on the other side of the room face almost smacking into the wall. He was face down claws digging into the wood as he tried to get his head to stop spinning, he needed to do something before he lost himself again. Pushing up he rose on shaking legs, bracing himself against the wall, eyes looking out the window seeing it was still morning it felt like forever but was probably only minutes down there in the kitchen. He pushed off, straightened his coat, took one step then fell to his knees gripping his head, it felt like lesions were being cut into his brain.

His ears snapped down as static hummed around him radios in his room switching wildly between stations, this was torture. Every second that the order wasn't obeyed the pain increased, he felt a trickle of blood run down his nose dripping onto the floor, he could see clearly in his mind his mama in the same position. Her screams echoing from the raidos around him.

"PLEASE PLEASE" was that her or him screaming he wasn't sure could be both. This could not go on, he couldn't stand it. He was going to be trapped in this hellish torment forever, this was what the bible meant when it described hell this is what should have been awaiting all of them that sinned. If this was as it should have been Lucifer was a merciful king for not subjecting them to it.

Lucifer… his order he needed to fulfill it, doing so would stop this pain and stop the screams, Alastor had to face facts this was happening and he was running out of time to act. But the act part was the problem: he knew in theory what he was supposed to do but actually doing it was another thing altogether. He tried to recall anything Angel Dust had ever said on the subject, something about grapefruits, no that wasn't it. He threw himself forward bashing his head into the ground think think think, he was standing in the parlor with Angel he was giving Sir Pentious a sex talk. Why the snake even needed one escaped him but he wished now he had stuck around and listened more before shadowing away.

"Gotta watch the claws"

"Lots of lube if your aint makin enough of your own"

"Foreplay or no play"

Maybe a sex ed class should have been mandatory for new sinners or at least offered, learning that he had what Angel like to call a boy puss was shocking as well as disturbing in equal measures. He was from the 1930's you didn't talk about such sensitive subjects. Alastor would come to find it was all the king of lust Asmodeus' fault. None of the rings below pride had sinners, but that didn't mean the Sins didn't need them. If earth was a small battery pack sinners were like a nuclear power plant when it came to the amount of power they feed into the Sins of hell.

Greed, gluttony, wrath/rage, sloth, envy, and lust. All got power from the souls on earth and the sinners in hell who indulged in the sin of their choosening. The only exception was the king whose power was his own and all of hell fed into him increasing it in a never ending feedback loop. Sinners made Sins strong. Sins made hell strong. Hell made Lucifer stronger. Lucifer's very presence held hell together stopping it from collapsing back into the void that waited below. Which in turn gave the sinners a place to call home which fuels the Sins which fuels lucifer and on and on in a never ending loop. The point of this history lesson is once again it was all Asmodeus' fault, maybe Mammon's fault too.

It all started when Mammon wanted to expand the greed ring; he wasn't happy with the fact that it was below lust. After the king refused to change it the green clown decided he would just take it by force. It only took a few scuffles before Asmodeus realized that he wasn't as strong as the king of greed, he was holding his own but it was only a matter of time before his brother bested him and took over the lust ring like the greedy fuck he was. Mammon wouldn't kill him as Lucifer would have his head but the king was currently in one of his depressed episodes locked up inside of his castle and that meant that at any moment the clown was going to make his move. If he won over lust then not even the king could dispute his claim.

Asmodues couldn't allow such a thing to happen. Himself the incubus, succubus and imps that choose to call this ring home had worked tirelessly to turn the once empty land into a thriving city of consensual pleasure. He needed more power. Sinners were greedy by nature almost as lustful , the rooster just needed to figure out how to increase that lustfulness. It had to be sexual in nature that was a problem, if he didn't do this right he ran the risk of lust taking a turn toward gluttony. The idea hit him when he walked in on his assistant Trevor with the guy from packaging, and after a lesson on imp anatomy he knew exactly what he was going to do.

He was going to remake the very anatomy of sinners, give them something new, copy what the imps already had from birth. That had been one hell of a weekend learning the in and outs and getting first hand experience with the structure. It was with this that he grew a soft spot for the imps, setting in motion his fall for a special imp he would one day meet. But that's a story for another time. Now imps both male and female had a unique rectal structure, inside appeared normal until arousal happened causing the structure to collapse closing off the track to the intestines and opening a secondary passage. It was similar to a vagina able to produce its own slick and orgasm could be achieved through it. It even led to a secondary womb which explained why imps had a higher rate of twins. With Lucifer locked away in his castle and Lillith away in the sloth rings the king of lust passed over pride city like some kinda lustaclaus bring with him an amazing gift for each and every sinner. The orgies that followed that day gave birth to Ram and Bull it also gave the lust lord a boost of power enough so that he kicked Mammon's ass out of his ring with the promise of death should he ever try to take over his home wouldn't talk to each other for a long time after this, even in meeting they avoided one another, Mammon was a sore loser.

Lucifer had been less than happy about what he did, demanding Asmodues undo the change.

"Turn them back now" the king had screamed full demonic features on display.

"I'm sorry Lulu" apologized Ozzie.

"Sorry," said Ram and Bull, their faces staring at the king with large puppy eyes. When the king noticed them he let out a squeal feature returning to normal flying up to stare at the faces. That was new.

"Oh father they are so cute" it was thanks to the cuteness of Ram and Bull and the fact that Ozzie was the king's favorite brother that allowed the changes to remain in place to this day.

Back to Alastor and his problem, he didn't have any lube and he had never messed with that part of himself. Not since he was a teenager had he even indulged in any type of sexual act and after one awkward failed attempt at mastubation where everything was too dry and didn't at all feel like how the boys in class whispered he had dismissed the act and never felt the need for a secondary attempt. His claws dug into the ground, head shaking back and forth grinding his teeth in agony, drool dripping from his mouth landing with soft plop plops. Fuck it he would use his spit, the thought was disgusting but he would do anything to end his suffering, he didn't make it to the top without being resouceful.

He pushed himself back into a kneeling position, knees spread, legs folded underneath him. His left arm was between his thighs palm flat to the ground to help stabilize him so he wouldn't fall forward. The non-stop pain seemed to pause for a moment as if waiting to see what the sinner would do before assaulting him once more. Alastor focused on his right hand claws retracting, he had to bite the tip of his glove and remove it with his teeth not trusting his balance. There wasn't much difference between glove on and glove off only the skin of his hands going almost to elbow was a dark gray not black , his claws when out are only a slightly deeper red than his glove tips. The hand looked foreign to him, he couldn't recall the last time he had seen it without his claws, his fingers were long and spidery thin and fragile looking misleadingly so. Pain exploded behind his eyes cutting through him to the back of his head, a black cloud crowded around his right eye's line of vision narrowing his field of view. He rubbed the eye his vision had always been poor out of it, a parting gift from scarlet fever. The reason for his monocle it helped but only so much a secret none knew, and the reason he moved his head in odd angles it was intimidating sure but for the most part he was trying to figure out what the hell he was looking at needing the person or thing to be directly in front of him or more to his left side.

The red deer quickly shoved three fingers in his mouth, working his jaw to try to produce as much saliva as he could, tongue wrapping around the digits to help this along. It was when he went to pull them back out that he noticed a lessening in pain, his ears twitching in interest. Repeat the motions three more times each time the pain grew less and less until it sat almost quietly at the back of his skull, not gone but whatever he was doing now seemed to be enough to meet the order given. He could work with this. Widening his legs bottom sitting on the ground he began a rhythm in and out, his long tongue had little issue wrapping around his fingers when he held them in his mouth moving over his pointer under his middle finger. Wrapping and unwrapping around all three at different points. On one of the inward thrusts the pads of his fingers rubbed the wider base of his tongue sending a shiver down his spine ending with his tail puffing out. He continued on for a while drool running in small rivers down his chin, he closed his lips around two of his fingers and sucked awkardly with obvious signs of lack of skill showing.

He felt calmer, it was similar to the warm feeling he got from his records only stronger and like if he just let go of his stranglehold he had on control he could float away. That was not going to happen so he looked around himself, only to freeze when he saw his shadow looking at him with head tilted to the side, confusion easily able to be read on its face. That's not what made the radio hot freeze, it was the fact that after making eye contact with each other the shadow started to minic what Alastor was doing with his hand. A red blush covered the deers cheek barely able to be hidden by the foundation on his face.

"Stop that" was the garbled order. If this was all it was gonna take to get through this and on with plotting the death of the king of hell then he would see the task done quickly

It was on an outward pull that he nicked his middle finger on his teeth, the familiar taste of blood singing on his tongue a reminder of how famished he was. He pulled his fingers out completely and looked at his black drool soaked hand, the tempting red line of his blood calling to his cannibalistic soul. His tongue flicked out running up from the palm of his hand to the end of his middle finger, he paused at the location of the cut digging his tongue into it widened the wound. The bitter taste caused his static to hum around him tail wagging slowly from side to side, his tongue pulling his finger into his mouth sucking hard to draw every drop he could from the injury.

He had heard stories of cannibals who had gotten so famished that they began to eat themself, lucky enough he wasn't a full cannibal so the odds of that happening was slim. He would deny it until the end of his second life but a part of him was finding some type of unknown pleasure in his actions, it was as soon as this occurred to him that the pain returned 10 fold.

BARK BARK

CH-CHKT

"PLEASE PLEASE"

"You wasn't right boy"

"Flush him out"

"DON'T HURT HIM"

CH-CHKT

GRRRRR

"YOU GIVEN ME ORDERS"

"I knew you wasn't right"

"Keep it secret don't tell anyone, Alastor never let anyone find out"

"PLEASE!"

When Lucifer had given that order he had done so with such malice that it created a condition that the deer was to suffer. The humilation and embaressment of his actions held it off but Luficer said got fuck yourself he didn't say go fuck your mouth. And that unknown pleasure set the whole thing off 10 times worse than before.

He had pitched forward on his hands and knees, ears folded tight to his head, curling up as small as he could, he couldn't hear any more voices, just snarls and growls , large dogs taking deep breaths sniffing, looking , hunting. He was being hunted.

"My clothes, have to get them off" his voice was heavily distorted by static at this point but his shadow understood, it couldn't take them off by normal means so it simply slashed through them it was only when its hands once more touched flesh that Alastor screamed. It had been a spot on his upper arm; the familiar icy touch was replaced with the sensation of teeth ripping into him,a feeling he knew all too well.

"You can't touch me anymore" he panted out, and there went his back up plan. He figured the worsening of his symptoms was why the shadow could no longer touch him or perhaps it was the intention behind the touch he couldn't be sure. His other half knew what its master wanted and was going to do just that when he had gone to grab his arm, but it would appear that since the shadow possessed some kind of thinking mind, a consciousness of its own, it was too far separate from Alastor to count as himself. He couldn't cheat on this. It would have been so much more simpler for his shadow to fuck him and let this be over with. He had caught the thing trying to sleep with the alarm clock enough times, it had to have had a better idea of this than he did. Then again maybe this was a good thing because he has caught his shadow trying to either fuck or be fucker by a clock… great now he was thinking about his shadow fucking clocks and his head hurt as more and more lesions cut into it causing it to throb in a miraine wose then anything he's ever had before. Blood was starting to leak out of his right eye and he couldn't even see anymore from it. Vision swallowed up by darkness.

He felt drained, never before had he felt so weak, he could only manage to rise up onto his knees, legs trembling like a newborn fawn. His chest pushed painfully into the ground, a hiss of static escaped him as the bulk of his weight shifted to his left shoulder so he could slip his right-hand still sticky with spit down his body. He had to do this. Eyes squeezed shut as he touched the curve of his rear, hesitating. He couldn't do this. But the hounds were so close he could smell the stink of them, could feel the phantom sensation of their maws on his skin, he wanted to run and hide but he couldn't was trapped face down ass up in a position he never pictured himself in. Their growls kept coming from his right; one could jump out and take a bite and he'd never see it coming.

"Just do it" he hissed to himself. People did this every day he himself never gave into such things but everyone else did and if everyone was doing it he could do it because there was nothing to be embarrassed about. Hell Angel Dust made movies of him doing it, not that Alastor had ever seen one but the point still stands. He swallowed but felt a lump get caught in his throat, he could do this.

His hand was shaking as he reached back below himself, he had to widen his thighs to get better access. He flushed slightly; he has never felt so exposed in his life. His tail was sticking straight up, fur puffed out, quivering with nervous energy. His sex was hanging between his legs soft and uninterested. Alastor didn't want to look down; instead he focused on the space under his bed, eyes locked on a random dust bunny in an attempt to disassociate from what he was about to do. But the pain was quick to bring his mind back to what was happening, at the first touch to his entrance the pain eased not by much but enough to signal he was on the right track.

He rubbed the area, unsure swipes with the just fingertips just enough to smear his drool around it. He was shaking too much and couldn't relax enough to penetrate without making a conscious effort to do so even then it took a few minutes until finally the tip of his middle finger was able to wiggle in. He pushed it until the first knuckle breathing coming out in huffs as if he just finished running laps around the hotel. This wasn't right, he wasn't in the secondary passage, his body was too tense and he was nowhere near aroused enough to get it to open.. Any hope he had of using his own slick to ease the way was gone,his drool was already drying, most of it used up just trying to make it to this point. Slowly pumping his finger in and out he only felt a discomfort and slight burn. He could still hear the hounds prowling around low growls, a warning if he stopped they would strike. But the burn was getting worse by the second he was to dry, at least if he ripped the blood would ease the way maybe then the hounds would leave him alone. It was with this thought that something icy cold dripped onto him right at the tip of his rear, half of it ran down his back the other down his crack wetting his hole. He didn't need to look back to know what it was, it kept coming until his tail and lower half was completely drenching in the black substance.

It had to be one of the most disgusting feelings, he would need the longest bath in the history of hell to feel even remotely clean again. The shadow chittered sofly to its master, it felt proud of what it did. It might not be able to touch the other but it could do this and disgusting or not it did do the trick. Alastor was able to pull his middle finger out and let it get drenched in the fluid before pushing back in all the way this time. He worked it in and out getting a better feel of his own insides. It was soft, warm and squishy, but soon he had to add in a second finger when the pain started back up buzzing inside his skull like a hornets nest after a bat. Twisting and scissoring them as he went he wasn't sure how many he was supposed to use but might as well make sure he was ready for whatever would come. He was grateful for how thin his hands were at this moment.

His ears swiveled on his head when he heard claws tapping against the floor he pulled out the two fingers adding in the third. He could pick up the scent of the stinking hounds again, his nose twitched as he tried to gauge how far off they might be. Soon he was pumping all three digits into himself working his hand as best he could at the angle and with no real experience to go off of. Every now and again he would graze over some bump that would have his hooves rising up and smacking down on the ground with a loud bang, his dick giving a twitch of interest when this happened.

He learned quick to avoid that spot touch it to much and he could feel the breath of the hounds on his skin inches away from taking a bite, the pain would zap him in warning as well. Best to leave it alone all together but an accident brush was bound to happen. The sun continued its path across the sky by the time late afternoon came around he was exhausted, between pumping his fingers and kneeling his body ached. But he couldn't stop the hounds where all around him boxing him in he was surrounded and vunerable and it was all so fucked up. By nightfall his hand was cramping his movement jerky, he was tired and hungry and didn't think he could go on much longer. By now the pain had stopped he wasn't gonna let his guard down just yet he waited a few more minutes moving his finger every now and again just in case, when nothing happened he pulled them out, his entrance was sore and swollen tender to the touch from his activities.

" Finally," he groaned, he closed his eyes in exhaustion. The tension left his shoulders and a rush of his power coming back caused him to release a sign, his body gave out soon after he flopped over onto his side. Stretching out his limbs, he laid there just trying to catch his breath let the burn of his muscles ease before trying to get up. When something brushed against him he waved it away,he wanted to be left alone, he wasn't sure when he would be able to even look at his shadow again the thing had spent most the day drooling on his ass, watching him do THAT to himself.

Another touch came this time more aggressive and Alastor snarled wanting to just be left alone, he would get up when he was ready. Tendrils busting from his back caught him off guard pulling him from his relaxed state he forced his head to turn trying to figure out what was happening now. The action was stopped halfway through when he was grabbed around his chest thrown without care back onto his front, his legs kicked out wildly in shock, arms trying to get under himself. Two more wrapped around his waist overlapping only to separate so each could take a thigh forcing him back to his knees ass in the air mirroring his position from earlier. Third wrapping around his throat forcing his head to stay up, a fourth and final one shoved its way into his mouth it invaded the cavity thrusting without care into it, the deer narrowed his eyes biting down with all his strength to snapped the thing, but it was ineffective in doing so, the action only caused it to push deeper inside bullying it's way down his throat causing it to bulge out due to the size. He bit harder trying to jerk his head away, he couldn't breath. After what felt like forever it withdrew sending him into a coughing fit in between he tried to get air back into his starving lungs. Fresh tears falling down his face.

The black invader was shiny with spit curling in front of his face as if it couldn't decide if it wanted to get back inside of his mouth, the tip tapped against his clenched teeth, when he wouldn't open it jerked back and away. This caused the one wrapped around his chest to jerk as well forcing him into a painful arch that would've broken a normal human spine. The mouth tendril slipped over his shoulder down his back gathering leftover drool as it went before stopping at his entrance, Alastor looked back at it the best he could, eyes burning with rage narrowing before widening when realization hit him. It wasn't monstrous but a good bit bigger than his three fingers. He wished he didn't have such thin hands at that moment.

"That will not enter me. YOU WILL STOP" he snarled bucking in his binds. He focused hard doing everything he could to bring back control of his powers after a moment it seemed to work as everything froze. The grip on him loosened, not released but it was a start, he took slow breaths in through his nose out through his mouth breathing like Charlie had taught them. It came from his blind side, flesh pierced by two seperate sets of teeth one to his arm the other to his leg. His concentration broke, he had to bite his lip to stop the scream from escaping, the hounds shook their heads violently and would have thrown him around if not for the tendrils tightening once more. The invader chose that moment to plunge into his abused hole. The deer's eyes crossed and he let out an animal -like sound. He didn't have a second to think before a brutal pace was set fucking in and out of him with unnatural speed and strength, it hurt so fucking much. His palmed slammed into the ground claws out gouging deep grooves into the wood, his throat was squeezed right over the hand print Lucifer left.

Two of his claws broke with how hard he was scraping at the floor, the new pain of this pulled his mind away from the assault on his back side. Almost like they could sense this the manifestation of his powers currently holding his legs grew each curling around his wrist pulling his arms back. There Alastor was kneeling on the floor of his room staring with sightless eyes at the ceiling, arms back, chest out back arched painfully, virgin hole being ravished by his power that would not obey him their master was the king of hell and his will be done.

In out In out pulsing inside of him over and over , it was dying all over again stuck in the part right before the blissfulness of death's release. His knees scraped across the floor with the force of the thrusts, skin breaking and bleeding, by the time his arms were released he was too weak to try and fight. They hung boneless at his sides, the bite and bruises throbbed in time with his pounding heart. Next was his neck and chest he dropped like a sack of potatoes face down ass up, he could only lay there and take it, tears pouring down his face. He was no longer the proud radio demon, he was something else, a broken slave. Somehow he found the strength to slowly pull his right arm into his field of vision. There was no bite mark, it hurt like one was there but he couldn't see it. Everything was in his head. This fact escaped him; he couldn't hold onto it, he was sinking into darkness falling further into sub-drop much deeper and he would never come out again.

Day turned to night his face was cooling in a puddle of his own drool and tears he had nothing left to give, bottom lip chewed raw from holding in his screams and cries. His mind was breaking along with his body; everything hurt; he only knew pain. Thighs burning with strain even if he wasn't actively holding himself up nothing but dead weight, and suddenly it all stopped he was abruptly released falling into a tangle of limbs on the cold floor. Chest rising and falling, he was on his side and somehow managed to flip onto his back. Alastor opened his eyes slowly. He could see movement to his left, couldn't make out what it was in the dark but it was moving closer, boots clicking that what he heard.

CH-CHKT

"Gonna find you boy"

"Don't stop" he whispered, no static no transit accent just his voice long forgotten never used without being covered up. His hands were shaking as he grabbed his thighs rising and spreading them hoove digging into the ground to try and stabilize himself.

"He's gonna find me, don't stop" he could smell his papas cologne, it clogged to his throat and filled his lungs with memories of childhood. He turned his head to peer into the darkness once more but what he saw ripped a sound from him, his fathers worn work boots not an inch from his face. Alastor screamed it was a combination between human and animal like nothing anyone had heard before blood curling and terrified. It was the type of scream that could bring no pleasure to even the most sadist of souls.

The tendrils were on him again flipping him back shoving him nose to boot tip, the sinner knew every dent and scratch marked into the leather. He was filled once more every thrust took those boots further away until they faded into the blackness unseen and Alastor begged.

"Don't stop please don't stop" his body was screaming but it could never stop next time he was gonna get him he was gonna make the scared deer pay for what he did to him. He was gonna hurt him and the hounds would rip him and it couldn't stop.

-Earlier that day-

Lucifer was obviously giddy as he listened to Chalie talk, only catching every other word she said. She wasn't the cause of his great mood but she did help make it even better, he was bursting at the seams because of what he now knew. The great radio demon cocky little sinner was a fucking submissive! He had nothing against submissives, don't let his pleasure at others ' misfortune fool you. He only thought it was a misfortune because he could see the deer feeling that way. No Lucifer held great respect for the class more so then he did for any dom around, it just seemed so fitting all that posturing the careful way he carried himself was all some type of front to hide the fact that the bitch was a sub.

He knew this because he felt the rush go through him, the syrupy feeling of an order given. It almost made him turn back around strut into the kitchen and rub it in the sinner's face. But Charlie was waiting for him and he wasn't going to waste a moment he could be spending with his daughter repairing the damage between them on some lowly fuck. The snicker he let out did get a confused glance from her though he covered it with a poor cough waving her concerns away. He could picture the redhead laid up in bed with sub sickness after refusing his order, he didn't even mean to give one it's complete by accident. He would need to be more careful in the future wouldn't want to cause issues with the other subs in the hotel.

He took a secret pleasure in knowing that should the ass hat get out of line he could order him to stop, Lucifer never would of course. Free will was his whole thing and he would never abuse his master status or put a sub through sickness on purpose today was just a happy one off never to be repeated. But Alastor didn't know that bet he would watch his fucking mouth from now on.

The meeting with Charlie came to a close; he had agreed to set up the meeting and told her everything she should know and did his best to prepare her for heaven. He wasn't sure how much she believed him about what a group of assholes his brother and sister were but she would see it for herself in time. She had invited him to stay over the meeting had took them into the night and he couldn't refuse her. The pair was going to have breakfast in the morning. He was excited to get to know Maggie better, the woman who had captured his little girl's heart. Vaggie not Maggie.

Lucifer was currently sitting at the bar kicking his feet with happiness. Everything was going so well for him right now, his depression was out of sight for the moment he felt perfect. Well almost perfect he had a nagging feeling, his instincts on high alert as if he needed to be someplace doing something important. He couldn't for the life of him figure out what it was, nothing forgotten coming to mind. He sipped his drink thoughtfully, what the hell was it? Everyone was tucked into bed asleep. The hotel was safe, no one stupid enough to attack when the king himself was inside, so what was it? He shrugged he would just turn in for the night he waved his hand dismissing the glasses and bottle of liquor it was when he was pushing the stool in that the radio across the room started going crazy. The king walked over to it frowning, it was flipping through channels erratically with no rhyme or reason to it, that was annoying. What was the point of having a literal radio demon living here if he couldn't keep the radios working.

"Useless junk" as he reached out to turn the thing off a blood curdling animal-like scream came through, the speaker blew out with sparks flying. The radio went silent black smoke floating above it, the scream caused Lucifer's wings to pop out in a puff of white and red feathers he was frozen hand raised in the air. Something was wrong, he had heard the deers broadcasts before and never once had anything like that been played. The king hissed in pain, his insitics screaming at him something was very wrong.

A small ball of fire escaped his lips. Was the radio demon doing something stupid to cause this pain, had he figured out a way to flip the script? Was the bitch so fucking stupid he wasn't taking care of himself just to cause Lucifer discomfot? He was gonna make the ass pay. He had no doubt that was exactly what the other was doing. That's why he was so on edge. That's what his instinct wanted him to do: go and take care of the sub who he had ordered. Oh he was gonna take care of him alright

With a snap of his fingers he was outside the door of said male, it was locked he couldn't hear anything inside. Another snap and the lock clicked, the door swinging open. He was gonna give Alastor a pieace of his fucking mind, who did he think he was.

Not a single light was on, it was dark making the bayou appear to stretch on endlessly, standing inside he could hear something moving, a wet slapping sound. Before he could venture forward he was all but tackled by a dark mass, it was the shadow that had threatened him earlier it was chittering erratically. Lucifer prided himself on knowing every language ever spoken but he was ashamed to admit his shadow speak was a little rusty.

"It's wrong"

"Stop it"

"Help help" it arms waved pointing at something he couldn't see.

"Can't help" it screamed

"Can't touch" something was very wrong. The king sidestepped the shadow moving deeper into the room as he passed the lamp on the bed side table flickered on the light bulb humming threatening to flicker back out. He saw blood, deep gouges in the floor, broken red claws still resting in the grooves left behind. Swallowing down the sick feeling coming up from his stomach the x-angle pushed forward.

"Alastor" he called.

Only silents answered him before a sound like a baby deer's cry reached his ear. It was soft and he almost missed it, but it was enough to quicken his steps rushing around the bed to see what the source was only to freeze, he was having trouble understanding what he was seeing.

Laying face down ass up was Alastor covered in some kinda black fluid and drying blood, that wasn't what short circuited the blonds brain it was the fact he was being railed by one of his black tentacles. Three more had him pinned down to the ground stopping any attempt at escape. He took another step closer stopping right in front of the man's face. His red hair was covering it so the king couldn't see his eyes. When the boots entered his field of vision the sinner jerked back violently as best he could.

"It didn't stop please it didn't stop" his voice was horse with no static overlay it had a southern accent to it.

" He's gonna get me" he was babbling, the tendril inside of his thrusted harder he was sobbing.

"It's not enough… he's gonna find me not enough" this wasn't some kind of sub sickness this was something else all together.

"ALASTOR STOP" he ordered. And everything did the tendrils devolved the deer's body fell forward he was breathing wildly.

" No no no" even weighed down with an exhausted he has never felt body screaming in protest the red head wasted no time, his hand shot between his legs burying his fingers back inside thrusting as hard as he could.

"Can't stop can't stop " the king gathered the deer into his arms gently pulling his hand away. It had fresh blood on it now the deer cut himself. He cradled the large body to his chest pet through his hair and rubbed his ears whispering words of reassurance.

"He's gonna find me, please" the sinner kept trying to reach between his legs. The king just held him tighter, keeping a gentle firm hand on both his wrist to prevent another incident.

"Shhh shhh you did so good, such a good boy its over no one's gonna get you" the struggling stopped dead weight in his arms he tilted Alastors head back brushing back red bangs from sweat soaked skin.

Alastor was pale more so than ever before washed away foundation running down his face, right eye was a dial clicking clockwise left normal he was breathing ragged he clung onto Lucifer staining his white suit in blood.

"I can't stop" his smile was strained, pulled down in as much of a frown as possible, mouth closed a thin line.

"The hounds ..can't stop, he's gonna find me" Lucifer looked at the broken man in his arms one thought repeated through his mind.

' I did this'

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