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Alastor presents Lilith with a bouquet of Hellebore Black flowers mixed with midnight mystics. He bows ever so slightly, one hand behind his back. "For you mistress. Not to seem forward, but if you desire some company I would be more than willing to offer it."

Oh , how she would love to be swept off her feet right about now, carried away as if she were light as a feather ...

#he would scoop her up but #he's being a gentleman

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What a tasty treat his love looked lying underneath him. A purring little king all for him to create a life with. It excites him, but also terrifies him a bit. Alastor really wants this, he does, he just doesn’t know how good of a father he may be. He’s never cared for children before. However, Lucifer’s sweet gaze with those rosy cheeks melts away those initial fears. The stag has to remind himself that he won’t be alone in this, obviously. With both of them teaming up, they could very well be wonderful parents to any offspring they have.

Small claws start to scrape along his heated skin, causing Alastor to hiss softly against Lucifer’s welcoming mouth. With the combination of those expert fingers rubbing along his sensitive antlers, the stag is already hard and wanting. “I don’t mind that, my dear. Not at all. To be honest I wouldn’t want you to stray to far from me either. I’ll most likely get very protective of you and the unborn. All instincts will want to make sure you have everything you need.”

The stags tongue licked a broad stripe along his bottom lip before capturing his mouth in a deeper kiss. Another roll of hips and Alastor is ready to tear his cute pajama bottoms off. It’s becoming a theme of him ruining a lot of Lucifer’s clothes due to his impatience. “Would you.....” He whispered between kisses, claws starting to tear the fabric of his pants. “...roll over for me my love? I want your cute behind in the air for me.”

"You already know how I feel about it, my dear. I want a big family with you." Legs lock around his slim hips; all the while Alastor keeps his hands busy rucking up Lucifer's pajama shirt to expose more of his soft skin. This wasn't what he had planned tonight, but they've been going back and forth playing with the idea of making a baby for a while now.

A gentle grip to his sensitive antlers, Alastor all out groans in the other's ear. One hand pressed to the pillow next to Lucifer's head, with claws digging into it. Hips move between the other's legs, rocking against him teasingly.

"If you ask it of me, I'll give you what you desire Lucifer. " There goes his neck on display for him. Begging to be bit into. Alastor's sharp teeth graze down the expanse of his throat. "I'll make sure to give you many heirs. I will warn you however, you may end up with twins. Deers usually have pairs." His ears wiggle a bit, raising his head back up to meet his eyes. "Would you be able to handle all that my dear?"

Sometimes he can't get past Lucifer's small body. He tried to think of him pregnant and how big it would be. He also couldn't help but get a little excited about it; his little king full and waddling--like the duck he is.

#mpreg mention cw #pregnancy mention cw #tw: suggestive

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"Oh aren't you a little deer." He cooed watching the other tiredly nom his arm. Alastor leaned in and gave him a few kisses on his head, enjoying those little tired purrs. "You're far to cute to be the ruler of hell you know that?"

It’s still chews day so a very tired and very overworked king comes up behind his stag and sleepily bites at his arm. “Nom~”

It's barely a bite, but it's enough to get Alastor's attention. He could see his poor King doing his best to honor the day, but there's barely enough bite in him to pierce his skin. "I think it's time for bed my dear. You look like you had a long day." He lift his arm with Lucifer hanging on it. Alastor leads him to the couch so he could plop him into his lap. "I appreciate the effort though."

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Alastor watched Lucifer shift wondering how that would even work, but low and behold, him and baby is just fine. The stag leaned down looking over the little snake, so he could drag one finger over his slight plump form. He took a seat next to the rock, then snapped his fingers to conjure the daily newspaper to read.

Alastor bristles a bit seeing the news. Apparently, Vox had approval to start using some of his updated tech around the city. "I do hope whatever you signed off for my dear that it won't be near the hotel." He didn't sound angry, but internally he'd love to just kill Vox and be over with it.

Cimeries ignore the King's mood swing and continues to text Monty, {Well hurray or them. I find it dull. I can't even kill with Alastor as much anymore.]

[Ah so you have some blood lust today? Why Monty I'd be happy to satisfy your thirst. I'm still at the garden waiting, just be aware your king is moody today.}

{You know one of these days you should send me some pictures. Actually I wondered if you have feet or hooves, or are you all scales down there?}

Comes up to his mate and nibbles on his antlers Cause he’s craving calcium . Also cause he loves him.

Alastor is actually in the process of shedding his antlers. Hence why he's choosing to haul himself up in their bedroom for the time being until they can completely fall off. When his mate decides to take a nibble, a part of the antler breaks off onto the bed. It's velvet, bloody, mess but should give him that calcium he needs.

"If you were hungry, you should have let me know."

#v; main apple radio #tw;; pregnancy #<3

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It’s still chews day so a very tired and very overworked king comes up behind his stag and sleepily bites at his arm. “Nom~”

It's barely a bite, but it's enough to get Alastor's attention. He could see his poor King doing his best to honor the day, but there's barely enough bite in him to pierce his skin. "I think it's time for bed my dear. You look like you had a long day." He lift his arm with Lucifer hanging on it. Alastor leads him to the couch so he could plop him into his lap. "I appreciate the effort though."

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Cal's skin is hot to the touch, almost feverish. "Poor deer. How awful you must feel." He kept his voice even, not much more than a whisper. When Cal comes up close, Alastor takes another whiff, a low growl rumbled deep in his chest.

his claws hook over the hem of his pants, unfastening his button and zipper easily enough. "Alright, Ah--please keep in mind.." He pants heavily, "It's been some time for me....I'll take care of you. What's an alternate for?"

This must be the weirdest situation he's been in. Technically this is himself, just another version. Cal is admittedly pretty though and smelled absolutely delicious. Alastor can't help but press his mouth to his neck to nip and lick at the deer's freckled skin.

Once he tugged down his pants a little, he slips his hand inside the other's underwear, "Sopping wet already?" He rumbled, slipping two fingers past his folds just to help relieve some of that tension. Tips of his fingers gently stroke the hard bundle of nerves as he tests out the waters.

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The smell is so potent that it’s almost choking him. By the time he even reached Cal, Alastor is on the verge of drooling. Ugh, his stag will be the death of him! It’s the one thing he hated about this curse. If it wanted to mount someone, all his coherent thoughts fly out the window. This is exactly why he tends to stay away from most people.

Yet, this isn’t just anyone is it? It’s technically him. An alternative version who telling from their form, acquires some assistance of a carnal desire. He understood the annoyance of a rut. Even he has to lock himself in a room for days waiting for it to blow over. Not a pleasant experience in the least.

“Cal?” Oh his voice already sounds wrecked and he hasn’t even done anything yet. If he wasn’t so aroused he may find it funny how his alternate is stuck in a wall. Without thinking, the Radio Demon walked closer, slowly, so he could carefully dislodge the antler from the wall. “Seems you’re in a bit of a predicament.” His voice gets lower, one hand rests on the small of Cal’s back, slowly gliding to the round of his ass.

“I know you’re out of sorts, and as tempting as this is, I need a yes or no from you…” He hummed, claws playing with his fluffy tail. “Would you like me to relieve you of your heat?”

#tw;; nsfw

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@themosthatedbeingg

god you're so fucked up lets make out

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what if i 😳 what if i tore the world asunder for one person 👉👈 what if i caused incalculable suffering across the universe 🤭 for one life

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//I can't say it enough, please read my rules before interaction. If you read them, you would know I'm mutuals only. I can tell very quickly who does and doesn't read my rules. I get we may forget things here and there but that's something one should remember before any interaction. I do this to keep a safe a space for myself.

#ooc #This isn't towards anyone i'm currently following

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@themosthatedbeingg

"You."

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Flys in smooches his lovely mate cause he’s missed him today and flys out ~

Alastor is surprised by the smooch but very pleased his darling bird decided to say hello. The stag hums a tune when the other flutters off, hoping they'll be back soon. He does miss him when he's extra busy like this. Perhaps he'll cook him a meal? Yes. Jambalaya, extra spicy. When Lucifer returns, he'll have some left over in a container to heat up.

#<3

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"You. You are the muppet."

#dash commentary #lmao

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Alastor extends his tendrils, lifting himself off the ground. "So what? I can be in the air as well. No need to have wings for that!"

"Is that a quack about my size?"

#Is this like a dick measuring contest #Who can be higher then the other? #LOL

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Alright, Alastor is actually listening now. For the first time they’ve been at this hotel together, the King is showing a level of competence. That goofy exterior drops for just a moment but it’s enough to grasp that perhaps there’s more going on in that fluffy head of his then what he puts on.

The Radio Demon is not a fool, and thought as much that things are not wrapped up in a neat pretty bow. At the end of the day, the contract, or whatever it is that Lucifer had going on with Heaven is now off the table. All bets are off.

So, to Lucifer’s point, they have to house as many souls as possible. Charlie certainly will have her work cut out for her once they start bringing them in. If this plan works, of course. “Yes. I have many listeners that stretch out across pentagram city. If I choose to do so, my broadcast can even extend further then that if need be.” He may not be able to leave the Pride Ring, but if someone outside the rings had a radio, they could tune in to him.

Alastor thrummed his claws across the bar counter wanting to bring up another tid bit, “I’m sure you’re already aware, but if you’re not, the more we avoid TV or cameras, the better. There are eyes and ears everywhere. As an Overlord I have enemies, Vox can easily get in through any of those type of devices.” He hoped Lucifer would listen to reason, the others are set on keeping TVs and now all kinds of electronics here.

There goes that eye twitch, right on que. As much as he'd love to knock that silly hat and head off the King's shoulders, he's fully aware Charlie would not appreciate that in the least. So, despite his urge to do the unthinkable, Alastor will settle for petty bickering.

Besides, if his majesty is truly here to stay, he'll have to learn to live with him.

"It appears to be so. Speaking of helping, what are you planning on doing to assist the princess? Even with the hotel new and improved, we still need to convince souls to come here for redemption."

Alastor leaned against the bar across from the King, his chin resting in his hands. "I'm sure one as creative as yourself have plenty of ideas to share with us!" He wondered if the king had thought it would be that easy to lure others here? No matter how beautiful the hotel looked now, their goal is to fill it up with potential guests. So far they only have a few here and there.

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The smell is so potent that it’s almost choking him. By the time he even reached Cal, Alastor is on the verge of drooling. Ugh, his stag will be the death of him! It’s the one thing he hated about this curse. If it wanted to mount someone, all his coherent thoughts fly out the window. This is exactly why he tends to stay away from most people.

Yet, this isn’t just anyone is it? It’s technically him. An alternative version who telling from their form, acquires some assistance of a carnal desire. He understood the annoyance of a rut. Even he has to lock himself in a room for days waiting for it to blow over. Not a pleasant experience in the least.

“Cal?” Oh his voice already sounds wrecked and he hasn’t even done anything yet. If he wasn’t so aroused he may find it funny how his alternate is stuck in a wall. Without thinking, the Radio Demon walked closer, slowly, so he could carefully dislodge the antler from the wall. “Seems you’re in a bit of a predicament.” His voice gets lower, one hand rests on the small of Cal’s back, slowly gliding to the round of his ass.

“I know you’re out of sorts, and as tempting as this is, I need a yes or no from you…” He hummed, claws playing with his fluffy tail. “Would you like me to relieve you of your heat?”

"What is that smell?" What once was a normal calm composure immediately dissipating into one that' s feral and hungry. It took him completely off guard. It's a familiar scent, but he couldn't quite pin point where it's coming from. So, the stag follows it, radio turn going in and out, hissing static, garbled mess while his senses are overloaded.

It doesn't matter how many times Cal butts or violently scratches his sharp elongated antlers against the wall. He's still irritated and heated...and horny beyond belief. Attacking things with his head gets him nowhere. Only another person can.

Until now, no one's been around. At least, no one that's understood, or was willing to help. The moment he picks up on another radio signal, however, he falls still, antlers halfway embedded in yet another wall while his ears fluff up and stand straight to twitch and turn towards the source.

Spotting his alternate floods Cal with a sense of relief. If anyone understood, surely it'd be him. Of course, that doesn't mean he'll help, but just the fact that he's here and not repulsed yet is a great start. "Alastor." Oof, that came out as a much needier groan than he anticipated it to. Ah well. Maybe it'll entice him, along with how Cal arches the small of his back to jut out his hips, flagged tail, and backside so they're all on full display. "Please..."

There's a distinct lack of a bulge between his legs. Hmm...

#tw;; nsfw

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Alastor turned his head behind him wondering who the hell he's talking to. Is he just rambling to himself again? "That's a terrible pick-up line, you know that? Back in my day, we did a thing called courting where you actually asked someone out and took them on dates. Sometimes offer gifts. Didn't you ever do that? Take your sweetheart to those picture shows?"

"You know, I had a wife, but I lost her seven years ago. That is the bad news."

"The good news is, I'm available!"