Chapter 8

Lucifer was standing at the end of the bed, an unseen presence in the room he was watching as the unaware male made himself comfortable. Alastor was on his side ,left leg curled up the hoove rubbing up and down the right calf. One arm under a pillow, the hand dangling off the bed, the other tucked close to his body, knuckles grazing the underside of his chin. His freshly washed face had no makeup on it to hide how large his eyes were, freckles on display standing out against light gray skin. The deer was staring at his staff like he was contemplating something. The positions would have shown off the curves of his body if not for the oversized pajamas he was wearing.

Hmm he would look better in something else, maybe those little sleep shorts? The ones that rested low would compliment his long legs nicely. The shirt was fine if he unbuttoned the top few buttons it would hang off a shoulder which is always a delicious sight. But it was currently buttoned all the way up; his everyday wear was the same shirt collars going all the way up his neck; not a single piece of that pale flesh was on display. Which was good because only he should have the pleasure of seeing it. Even just the small bit of that long pale neck on display had saliva filling his mouth, made only better by his brand peeking out from under the collar.

'Oh Alastor you have no idea what I'm going to do to you'

Alastor sighed he had made up his mind. He had been battling with himself all day about using his recordings tonight. Even before he was triggered he had only used them in the morning but his instincts had been playing havoc on him felt like a nail was slowly being driven into his wasn't too bad but today he felt nearly feral because of it. The new emotions and feelings were the worst of it, today he found himself comforting a crying Angel Dust he had felt sorry for the spider.

"Thanks smiles yous ain't so bad after all" that was said to him, it made his skin crawl just thinking about it. He was supposed to get pleasure from the suffering of others. He was the person who twisted the knife in your back afterwards pulling it out to watch you bleed out with a smile on his face. He didn't pat your shoulder telling you how everything was going to be okay. He needs to get control of himself. He was better than his instincts; he just had to throw them a scrap so he could shove them back down. Once he did that he could get back to being the radio demon not this ball of needs, speaking of needs his own where squirming the morning session not enough to satisfy them.

He flicked his fingers causing his staff to light up "Side B Bedtime words of affirmation" . The voice was familiar; he knew it as well as his own. He had grown up with it and used it all throughout his living days had even brought it down to hell with him. It was a comfort to hear his eyes closed with the tension leaving his body.

"Did you have a good day today?" He hummed in reply, static humming along with him.

"I'm so proud of you, such a hard worker" burying his face deeper into the pillows, a lazy smile pulled at his lips that floaty feeling coming over him.

Well now this was very interesting so that's how Alastors been managing those submissive instincts he had wondered triggered or not he would still have them just a hell of a lot weaker this was a genius way to keep them subdued. He watched as the deer played his little recording hyper focused on the way he sank lower and lower into subspace. He cataloged every twitch and sigh, filing it away so he would know what to look for in the future. It took longer than he liked but finally he was able to make his move. Leaning forward he put more weight on his cane, he raised a single finger pointing at the staff. The voice on the recording skipped a few times before going silent, it didn't even last a second before a new voice came over the speaker.

" You're doing so good baby boy" the new voice was silky deeper in tone, it caused Alastors ears to twitch. He had to force his eyes open. The voice sounded weird and it has never called him that before something was wrong.

The king smirked clever little doe always on the lookout for danger, he stretched out his aura letting it wash over the room. It curled entwined with the deers he was in the middle of sitting up when the devil struck, opening the channel between them, letting his authority wash over. It pulled the sinner back down into that fuzzy space, with the channel open as well as the devil's voice coming from the staff; the slave became putty in his hands.

" Lay back down" Alastor found himself obeying, slowly lowering himself back down supine on the bed he felt a blush heating up his face. He still had a feeling that something wasn't right but found he cared less and less as that heavy floaty feeling clouded his mind. He was overreacting, he was just on edge from everything that was happening to him, he needed to just relax. Taking in a deep breath the sinner closed his eyes in and out when he opened his eyes feeling nice and floaty his right one was swallowed in black red dial ticking.

"Good boy, you deserve a reward don't you?"

"Yes sir" fuck the filter was gone that southern accent made the kings tail appear curling happliy behind him.

"Rub your ear for me" Alastors hands reached up rubbing at his ears, working from base to tip his claws scratching behind them before starting all over again. The red appendages drooped down from his minstarions relaxed on top of his head. It felt nice.

"Pinch the tips" taking the tips between his middle finger and thumb he gave them a pinch gasping at the painful pleasure that shot through him. Repeating the instructions he started at the base scratching before moving up to the thicker part rubbing with more force until he reached the tips where he pinched them hard. The blush on his face deepened and he bit into his lip to stop the noises building in the back of his throat.

A picture flashed in Lucifer's mind as he looked over his shoulder with a grin, somewhere in the endless bayou behind him his shadow was having some fun of its own. He looked back at the deer on the bed, with the guard dog brought to heel he had nothing to stop him. Maybe he should feel bad, nothing about what he was doing was right, he was forcing himself on Alastor making him follow commands. But the voice on the recording had done the same so it's not like the deer was against this type of thing. If this moment had happened yesterday he would have felt horrible scowling himself, pushed his desires down, maybe even locked himself away. He wasn't that person anymore. It may have only been a few hours since his mental breakdown but that didn't matter he felt reborn. Having accepted every part of himself he was no longer conflicted and right now his darker part wanted to play.

" That's enough" , the red claws stilled resting next to his head on the pillow. He felt so good, almost delirious the tip of his ears had a pleasant sting to them, it made his tail wag. He felt like that burning need inside of him was finally being soothed, his instincts all but purring with every command the voice gave.

"You must be hot in that shirt? Be a good boy and unbutton it for me" Alastor reached for the buttons working them quickly.

"Don't rush slow down" his fingers slowed playing with each button as he undid them, a small line of his flesh showing as he worked his way down. When the last one was removed he shivered, parting the flannel revealing himself to unseen eyes. One of those red ears shot up twistering to face towards the speaker the other one still flopped over twitching weakly with over stimulation.

The sight of the strip tease caused most of the blood in Lucifer's body to trail south, his pants doing little to hide his excitement. He couldn't help but crawl onto the bed. The sight was irresistible, he was over the deer on his hands and knees looking down at that blessed face, his concealment prevented him from being noticed. Not even his weight caused the bed to sink in; he was invisible, completely free to watch all he wanted. Alastor had no idea that at this very moment the king of hell was over him eyes burning red with desire, fuck the sinner was something to be seen. He took in his fill, eyeing the pale gray skin he wanted to touch so bad. Those dark nipples need some attention next, he wished more than ever he could bite down on them but it would break his spell revealing him.

Leaning over further he spoke directly into the twisted ear " Lick your fingers get them nice and wet" he watched as his command was followed how that long tongue played with each finger covering them in drool. He was mesmerized with the way it curled and flicked, could picture it giving that attention to something else. Even with two rows of razor sharp teeth he was hardly discouraged, he thought of all the fun ways he could punish the sinner if he accidentally nicked him.

"You can do better than that" while the deer was busy with his left hand an idea popped into the king's head. He leaned forward opening his mouth letting the thick drool drip down landing on the unused hand, mixing with the deers own still covering the red claws. When Alastor licked them his eyes went wide, the dial spinning out of control he shoved three fingers inside his mouth, moaning loudly static popping wildly around the pair. He was sucking hard on them trying to get every drop of that foreign taste he could.

"Suck harder baby show me what that mouth can do" the sounds were filthy, wet and down right dirty. He was sucking hard when the taste vanished. He whimpered, tongue running wild trying to find it again. Why did it taste so good? It didn't make sense he didn't want it to just wanting more and the king gave it to him by repeating the action on his left hand. Watch with unblinking eyes as the deer followed his nose bring the left hand to his mouth, stuffing them inside, sucking like he was born to do it.

"My good doe you did so good got them nice and wet" his horns stretched up toward the ceiling this was so good why did he ever have doubts. Why did he try to stop himself from having this? Alastor was the best sub ever. He listened to his orders went down so pretty for him did anything he wanted and looked down right fuckable as he did it.

"Play with your tits" both ears shot straight up mismatched eyes looking around in alarm, he couldn't do that it was too much. He's never done something like that before, his hands hovering over his chest uncertain. Why did the voice want him to do that? He was second guessing himself and felt awkward and unsure until a burst of second hand pleasure had him squeezing his chest just as the unseen king palmed himself through his pants. A part of him squirmed with delight hands grabbing at his chest squeezing the slight swell there, palms pushed flat. His actions reflected his inexperience; he was just doing what felt good with no thought behind his moves.

" Your doing so good don't forget your nipples give them the same treatment as your ears" Lucifer moved down the deer's body after he whispered the words in his ear he let his breath fan over nipples causing them to pebble under his breath. He had to wideen his legs when a sharp pull caused red hooves to knock together legs rising up closed tight thighs rubbing together.

"Harder" pulling harder he turned and twisted his wrist, plucking the tender flesh until they began to feel sore tears gathering in his eyes.

"Ahh it's too much ugh" he cried out but couldn't stop the line between pain and pleasure was blurring he wasn't allowed to stop the recording didn't tell him to yet. The bed started shaking with how hard his tail was wagging underneath him. Loud pants accompanied by a rising static hum filled the room flush crawling down his neck to his chest, his throat felt hot the brand becoming more solid showing up more clearly. Why did it feel so good to play with his breasts? He wasn't a girl only girls liked to have their breasts played with. He was a man.

" Just a little longer you can do it" the abused buds had turned a darker shade, small scratches forming around them from the sinner claws as he got more excited bleeding lightly.

"You can stop" Lucifer almost lost his mind when the radio demon leaned his head down long tongue coming out to lick around his sore tits cleaning away the blood cuts healing closed as he did. Father help him; he was only one little devil. The things he would do to Alastor. A person shouldn't be this sexy with zero experience to back it, it must come naturally. That was the only explanation, nothing else made sinner held his arms by his sides, chest rising and falling with quick breaths nipples standing hard, his head was turned to the side, chin tucked down by his shoulder, face red but smiling happily.

"Run your claws down your sides gentle don't cut yourself" the ghost like feeling made him suck in his stomach it was tickles but sent shivers down his spine, he felt like he was being watched that he wasn't alone. It was probably his shadow. He was a little pervert, always watching people at the worst time, when he told it to follow someone he didn't mean into the bathroom.

"Take off your pants" that snapped his attention back from what his shadow was getting up to.

He did sit up this time, shirt falling from his shoulder getting trapped in the crook of his elbows, he stared at his staff waiting to see if he heard right.

"Please take them off" the voice sounded like it was begging, it made him feel giddy. He was being begged. It filled him with confidence, made his grin pull higher he laid back slowly pulling his pants down though he did keep legs closed, knees up ankles crossed hooves covering his bottom, what confidence he had was lost just as soon as it came being replaced by embarrassment. He pulled his legs closer to his body the position blocked everything from view.

"SPREAD YOUR LEGS!" it came out as many voices, a powerful order and Alastor was gone.

Legs fell open eyes half led mind turned to pleasant mush, his aura lashed out digging into the one that had a hold on it. The channel that flowed between himself and Lucifer burst wide open loop locking in place. His hands gripped the pillow behind his head claws shredding it back arching, body on full display.

" Please please" he begged. For what he didn't know but he felt like he was going to go crazy if something didn't happen.

Plump thighs shined with slick cock hard and dripping. Lucifer was sitting on his knees, wings shooting out of his back spread wide and fluttering. He hadn't meant to do that, didn't intend to push that hard but he wanted to see everything and maybe got a little pissed off that he was denied. But fuck it all if the sight before him wasn't worth it. Alastor was so fucking wet even as he laid there a pool was forming under his ass, his cock was a light grey like the rest of him darkening at the base it was a good seven inches not super thick but beauty all the same. Those little oval spots decorate the very top of his thighs ending at the point where thigh and torso meet only to have three of them follow the crease down to his groin. He wanted to trace the space between them with his tongue. His slave was sending such amazing feelings to him, he was getting dizzy and felt drugged. His instincts screaming at him to lean forward and bury himself between those legs, to take that weeping cock into his mouth and swallow it down to the root until his doe screams. To make him cum until he begged him to stop only then would he make his way down, fuck his tounge into that dripping hole drink every drop of those juices until his face was soaked with it. After the first orgasm he'd push deeper into him until he reached his womb lick open his cervix until he could get inside, opening him up good for the king's cock. He could never thank Ozzie enough for screwing with sinners' anatomy.

His tongue slipped out wetting to dry lips, the forked tip flicking the air scenting tasting the treat before him.

" Fuck baby jerk yourself off, let me watch you I need to watch you" Alasors head was spinning as he took his cock in his hand at first touch he threw his head back a high pitch screech of radio feed back eachoing around the room. He was doing good, he was pleasing his master and he could feel it. Could feel how much his master loved what he was doing. He dug his hooves into the bed, hips bucking up chasing the pleasure hand moving faster, everything made so much better by the fact his master was watching him. He couldn't see him but he knew he was here, his aura was in the room pushing down on his own. The puddle under his ass grew hole clenching around nothing he needed something inside. He was getting a strange sensation as if something was splitting him open he could smell the heavy scent of moist earth. It made the need worse he wanted his master inside two tendrils sprung from his back wrapping around his thighs spreading them wider.

"Please need something side" he hadn't stopped working his cock felt like at any moment he was going to explode. He was so close to the edge it was building inside of him higher and higher and just when he was about to plunge over it..

"STOP" he ripped his hand away, head tossing back and forth growling, he didn't want to stop, he wanted more. He wanted everything he needed to be stuffed full. He wanted his master cum inside of him filling him until his stomach bulged with it. He'd never felt so empty before it was a strange type of hunger different from any he had experienced before.

"Please fuck me need you to fuck me " the tears in his eyes finally broke free spilling down his cheeks, his insticts going crazy his needs wanting to be met. He already felt so good he just needed to be claimed, devoured; he wanted to be torn apart put back together by his master hands and cock.

" Don't you want to claim me? Don't you own me? My master" Alastor bared his teeth growling low as he did.

" Prove i'm yours" Lucifers hands where balled on his thighs he was shaking his crown appearing snake circling his head. He had his head down panting heavily trying to pull away, fuck he was getting pulled into the feed back loop. Alastors aura was smothering his own like it had in the bathroom. His will was stronger than the devils he was fighting hard against it, compelled to follow he was now the submissive to the deer who was dominating him. It took every ounce of strength he had to not do as he was told.

" Not today but I will. One day soon I will have you. I'll show you how I alone own you" he unbutton his pants pulled down his zipper, reaching in he pulled out his own dripping length tugged at it roughly. The sinner cried out his masters pleasure was his own; he could feel that hand on his cock, both his front and back dripping. His hand buried in his hair grabbing onto his antlers which had started to grow, pulling on them hard trying to use them to ground himself; it wasn't working.

" I want it please" the tendrils pulled his legs higher, folding him in half, clenching hole on full display fluids running crack his dripping onto the bed. Lucifer leaned forward, his serpent tongue slipping out nearly touching, fangs growing in length he felt mad with desire. This fucker was drowning him he was going to lose control of himself do what ever this fiery creature wanted him to do.

He dipped his head lower catching those dripping drops on his tongue, groaning loudly with the explosion of flavor to his senses. It was sweet with a tart aftertaste. Apples fuck it made him think of fisted himself harder every time a drop hit his tongue he squeezed the base of his dick he had never heard of this before a master being dominated by a slave but here he was on his knees fighting against those commanding cries. His darker instincts going wild he wanted to make Alastor his new queen, he wanted this creature by his side forever sitting on the throne next to him. Sitting on the throne with him riding his cock as they ruled over hell. Hear his voice cry out as he gave orders to the masses, all while bouncing wildly on the king's lap. He was perfect, his slave was perfect, he could do it. He could do anything he could bring the devil himself to his knees and make him beg just for a chance to have him like this.

Lucifer's hand was flying over his cock beating it wildly. He was close to the edge; he was almost there, he pulled away going up on his knees towering over the deer. His eyes trained on the face that was watching him as if he could be seen. Those mismatched eyes burning into his very soul,he wanted to reach out grab that wagging tail, use it to force those hips higher, fold him in half make the doe cum into his own mouth. He was cuming with that thought hot liquid painting Alastor's body, it covered his hole adding to the mess between his cheeks. He pushed up higher on his knees hand working to milk every drop marking everything he could reach, joining the sinner's own release that was painting white streaks onto his chest and chin.

The tendrils released trembling legs they fell boneless, Lucifer blinked lazy watching with a groan as that sinful tongue lapped out cleaning the mess paying special attention to the spots that had the king's. Shit that had been crazy he didn't see it going like this, wasn't sure what he thought was going to happen. He came into the room without a plan just winging it.

"You did amazing, so perfect for me" he spoke words of affirmation over and over until those mismatched eyes closed, chest rising and falling with a pattern that could only mean sleep. Lucifer stood concealment fading as he did, he waved his hand cleaning the mess they had made flannel pajamas covering pale skin once more. Pulling the covers up he brushed red curls, the deer rolled on his side curling up he moved back and watched feeling his own needs and instincts met. A movement out the corner of his eye made him turn his head, seeing his shadow materialized from the ground black form in its arms.

Lu moved over to the bed depositing its precious cargo in the empty space, it moved over to its master after head cocked to the side watching as the little shadow shifted snuggling up close to its caster. It's black face burying into red hair right between the tiny antlers, thin arms wrapping around pulling the sinner into a protective embrace.

The shadow and devil shared a look. Damn they never stood a chance.

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Alastor woke the next day feeling pleasantly relaxed, he felt as if every part of himself was satisfied. He rolled over staring at the ceiling. What had he done last night? He remembered laying down, resigning himself to the fact he'd have to use his records, it was the only way he was going to get his instincts under control. Things spiraled after that, did he make the record change? Was his triggering having more of an effect than he thought? He wasn't normally a sexual person and didn't see the need for those types of things but had that only been because he was untriggered. With the new emotions and feelings he had to deal with, did he have to try and handle sexual urges too?

He suddenly felt uncomfortable in his own skin. He needed answers, he needed control. He didn't know who he could ask Angel Dust and Vaggie where both sub they might know something that could help him but the risk of being found out was high. It was inevitable that the information would be revealed but he could delay it as long as he could. There was one person he could ask he'd know better than anyone Lucifer, he blushed as soon as an image of the king popped in his mind, thighs squeezing together. Why was he reacting like this? Was this how everyone reacted to their triggerer? What about his memory problems after that voice told him to…he couldn't finish the thought the point was after that everything went foggy. Just like that night.

Calm down, think, start at the beginning. He was listening to his recording and he got that pleasant warm feeling as his needs were met. The voice changed, it sounded familiar but he couldn't figure out where he had heard it before then it told him to…told me to… rub his chest. That sounds less vulgar than what was actually said. He didn't do it at first but then he had felt really good hesitation forgotten, he was suddenly hyper aware of the way his shirt rubbed against his chest.

Ears folded back as he reached up, thumbing one of the buds wincing at the painful sting yep still tender. He ran his hand down his chest and let his claws ghost over his sides stopping at his pants. The deer hadn't wanted to take off his pants. It made him feel too exposed. He was never naked outside the shower, even choosing to get dressed in the bathroom. But when that voice begged him he had reacted strongly , it fed his desire to please made him feel drunk with how wanted he felt. He took his pants off and then… nothing but a feeling of being pulled under where he was syrupy and warm floating away he wanted to stay there forever. Alastor's breathing picked up realization setting in, that's what it was some kinda deep submissive state. A place so far down he lost control of himself, mind going offline. That's what caused the gap in memory, his hand wrapped around his throat trying to get his breathing to slow down but he was spiraling.

What if he got like that and never came back up? What if someone forced him into that state they could do anything to him and he'd be none the wiser. The fight with Vox he had gotten scared when the doms aura pushed down on him he wanted to run away. He was able to snap out of it but what happened when his aura got stronger when he became more susceptible to the influences of the dominant class. He wasn't a normal submissive, he was a slave born to serve, made to be owned. He was going to lose himself, everything he worked hard for gone, all his power useless, he was shaking and felt sick.

Cold hands touched his face, moving up his cheeks to the back his head claws scratched as they went, he opened his eyes hadn't realize he closed them. His shadow was leaning over him, it looked worried, chittering softly, it leaned closer bumping their foreheads it filled his mind with pleasant images slowly bringing him down from his panic. He smiled weakly at his shadow, sitting up with a new determination: he was going to get answers, he was going to figure everything out and get back control.

He was going to find Lucifer.