#ᴠᴇʀꜱᴇ - 𝕮𝖊𝖗𝖛𝖎𝖓𝖊 𝕯𝖊𝖑𝖎𝖈𝖆𝖈𝖞 🦌🥛

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ᴀ ᴘʟᴏᴛᴛᴇᴅ ꜱᴛᴀʀᴛᴇʀ ꜰᴏʀ @justiceiswrath

The farmstead had been too quiet for too long.

Left alone to hold the fort, for lack of a better phrase, the loneliness had spiralled into something unfathomable.

Satan had taken the breeding stock, his horses, away over the weekend for an extended visit to a neighbouring farm. Or a competitor's business, to brag and boast, or whatever it was that rivalry between stud farms looked like. The Radio Demon had been careful to show emotionless disinterest on these subjects, which his Master Satan had taken with a grain of salt, fully understanding his pet's apathy when it came to conversation or involvement with his horses.

Tolerated indifference was a win-win for the pair, and the horses couldn't care less about what the cervine Overlord thought about them. He wasn't the one in charge of their care or feeding them.

Feeding was what had been occupying the Radio Demon's mind — Satan's prolonged absence had subsequently led to a shameful ordeal that Alastor was struggling to comprehend, on his lonesome.

Usually, there was their mutual routine... every morning, at dawn, or earlier if the mood had been particularly feisty, the dragon would have been nursing on the buck's roused udders. Sex was always important, but it wasn't vital. Getting mounted by his greedy Master at daybreak was a major component of letting his milk come in, yet not necessary.

Three days without getting serviced by his owner had left Alastor's body screaming for relief; the build up of milk hadn't been deterred by the lack of nursing or milking, the yield relentless even though the buck had been doing whatever he could by controlling the natural transition from being flaccid to engorgement.

The Radio Demon's mistake was having stolen one of his Master's leather jackets a day earlier, with the mindset that Satan was coming home shortly to deal with him. That was a full night ago — curled up around the jacket to sleep with it, nuzzling and licking it, breathing in the dragon's musk deeply, it had all resulted in stimulating his milk. The original intention behind the theft was innocent, he had simply missed the warmth and smells of his Sire.

Now having isolated himself in one of the empty barns, Alastor had spent the better part of the third morning trying to relieve himself.

Bent double on his knees, stripped naked, a knocked over milking pail rolling on it's side nearby, the Radio Demon was panting breathlessly, his back arched and face turned upside down to watch himself attempt to express milk.

One hand curled around a fattened teat, his fingers slick with spent milk, his awkward pumping was pulling nothing, white liquid dripping from the curves of his heavy udders bulging between his thighs. The other neglected teat was blushing pink, bolts of pain inside the bloated bag sending violent shudders through his tensed body. Tail tucked in, shoulders braced, Alastor's exhales were often interrupted by a racking sob: his fingers would slip and he'd have to readjust his grip, the strewn straw under his forearm and bent torso wet not with the unspent milk, but the tears he had no trouble shedding.

The distressed buck wasn't certain if he'd get in trouble for stealing, or working himself up into this dangerous state, risking his organ to damage itself. Memories of the dragon's hot maw suckling his milk bag was an unparalleled experience, the ecstasy an addiction.

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MOVED TO @arcanepactguile-scribes

𝑭𝒊𝒄 𝒓𝒆𝒒𝒖𝒆𝒔𝒕 𝒃𝒚𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝑨𝒏𝒐𝒏 𝑺𝒂𝒕𝒖𝒓𝒏.

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ᴀ ᴘʟᴏᴛᴛᴇᴅ ꜱɪɴᴅᴀʏ ꜱᴛᴀʀᴛᴇʀ ꜰᴏʀ @justiceiswrath

It seemed like his heart was trying to burst free, right out of his chest, the frenzied way it has been hammering — no thanks to Satan, the selfish bastard.

Tied up to eliminate any possibility of his untrained doe from seizing control, Alastor's Master had thought of everything but one. That secret power remained a secret, at least.

Bent over Satan's thick forearm, the Radio Demon was mewling plaintively, the cowbell on his brand new collar ringing every moment the edged buck had moved. Desperate for friction, the workable solution was humping Satan's thigh, folded over his arm not by choice; the Sin had draped him there, to play with him.

They'd been at it for hours, the dragon edging the deer to fill his milk bag, then persist with forbading him from any relief.

Alastor's arms were tied behind his back in a box tie, his legs bound at the thighs, knees, and ankles, restricting mobility. The deer's fluffy tail was perked to attention, wagging in a frenzy — the thickest dragon dildo the Radio Demon had tried yet, an upgrade from the previous training size, had been forced into his aching hole, and teased relentlessly.

Gasping for breath, the buck's face was blushed pink, tears streaming. Ears flattened, he tried bucking again to press his belly and groin into his Master's leg, the bloated udders swelling into the dragon's thigh. Milk hadn't stopped leaking, the warm liquid dribbling continuously, the hard throbs filling his full udders a greater pain than the rigid toy buried in his stretched hole. Alastor was reaching a new threshold for getting milked dry, the extra full sacs grown taut and hurting harder than he thought possible. His cock was likewise throbbing too, yet easily found relief from his piteous humping.

"PLEEE—AASSSE, SIRE~! PLEASE! END THIS!"

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𝐔𝐍𝐏𝐑𝐎𝐌𝐏𝐓𝐄𝐃 / ᴀʟᴡᴀʏꜱ ᴏᴘᴇɴ ⸻ ｢ 🕯️ ｣

@justiceiswrath ꜱᴇɴᴛ ɪɴ:

Something for start of sinday.

Satan has attached a collar to him. A bright ruby collar with a bell on it.

"I do hope you are prepare today." He has trim down his claws and smooth them out and he licked his maw already. <3

Playing with the bell, trying to look down at it but failing, he can still tell what sort it is. The weight, the sound, and the shape.

Staring back up at his Master, Alastor's grin had preceded the moment the Sin had finished bending down to put it on.

"A cow bell? Why, you really do know me inside and out, don't you??

I've been ready, as a matter of fact. I was about to go looking for you."

Formerly lounging on the nest of pillows he'd stolen found? for his own stall in the barn, the buck had been growing desperate for relief. The engorged udders spilling out between his tensed thighs were fairly obvious in need of some action.

Canting his head, self-conscious, the Radio Demon added under his breath — "𝑀𝑜𝑜."

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Puzzling over ideas for my next (NSFT) commissions. Torn.

1 for Cervine Delicacy AU. The third slot's reserved for a demon reference. 2 of 2 polls, 1 per verse.

Twitter Mirror

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Now, I want five headcanons about same AU <3

𝐒𝐔𝐆𝐆𝐄𝐒𝐓 𝐀𝐍 𝐀𝐔 𝐅𝐎𝐑 𝟓 𝐇𝐂𝐬

Lewd under the cut. 🤝🏻

1. It suits your farm HC well, Alastor feels he can live there undetected as just a live-in servant. With benefits...

2. Becomes a bit of a brat around milking time. It's a morning ritual, not including the other instances where deliberate stimulation has worked him up.

3. Satan's hot, moist maw is the best experience he's ever had.

4. Can we talk about size difference?! Because Alastor sitting on Satan's tongue to hump it, and getting sucked off, his swollen udders tongue-fucked, is the ultimate experience.

5. Alastor's mood can drop more often when Satan's neglecting his duties. He's okay with wearing a plug when Satan's too busy to fuck, but Alastor's not going to tolerate weaponised impotency.

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𝐔𝐍𝐏𝐑𝐎𝐌𝐏𝐓𝐄𝐃 / ᴀʟᴡᴀʏꜱ ᴏᴘᴇɴ ⸻ ｢ 🕯️ ｣

@justiceiswrath ꜱᴇɴᴛ: " you're burning up. " He doesn't give him much chance to reply as he carries him back to bed. Puts in bed and begins to pamper him.

Getting picked up and carried without so much as a 'May I?' passing through his Master's lips, was a stressful affair. The concern the dragon was showing was inspiring... Alastor just wished his Master would express it another way.

Grumbling, the buck was fussy; swatting at Lucifer's hands as soon as he was settled into bed, and moving away to increase the distance.

Feeling lightheaded and strangely hot, the last thing he wanted was to be touched and spoilt.

Fangs were visible, as was a threatening glint in his (however exhausted) eyes.

"No, thank you, I can take care of myself! Just, leave me be. I'm... I'm fine."

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MAGIC ANON: Heat (<3)

𝐌𝐀𝐆𝐈𝐂! 𝐀𝐍𝐎𝐍 — 𝐇𝐄𝐀𝐓

The aroused buck was at full mast, concealing his dripping erection behind the pillow he had in the beginning been humping futilely. Strings of slick stuck to the plush pillow, at first glance it appeared he was jerking himself off — stretched out on his stomach, his arms were stretched under him, fists working at his crotch.

Propped on his knees and ass up, the demon was actually pumping his heavy udders, dedicating a singular hand to one teat each to be fair. Breathless, gaze pinned on nothing, he diligently kept on squeezing his engorged sacs; squirts of milk trickling down his calves and knees. It was clumsy yet somewhat effective.

With his tail wagging madly, baring his empty hole to the world at large, the Radio Demon's potent pheromones was thick and heavy, able to be picked up within an impressive radius.

He just wanted to be mated by anything at this point. The Heat cycle had suspiciously come out of nowhere. There wasn't time to waste analysing it.

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He has his mate pinned against the wall softly grinding against his bottom. Satan opens his mouth sinking his fangs into his neck and shoulder. Needing to refresh that little love bite of his. Hands groping over his chest and stomach even down his thighs. Making sure he understands who he belongs to in every sense of the word. 

Pressed into the wall, Alastor loved this position. While it wasn't as primal as getting mated on all fours like a beast in heat, it retained the same level of possessiveness.

The old claim-bite's scarring had all but faded from obscurity, the faint puncture holes healed dimples.

Frozen in place, the Radio Demon let loose a keening moan, ears swivelled forward, his scarlet fur rippling in satisfaction. The blood trickling down his back and collar bone a temporary reminder, his mate's fangs sunken into his flesh.

The Radio Demon couldn't speak, breathing quickened; sweat beaded on his skin, his shivers under the roving hands hadn't stopped. Leaning his forehead against the wall, blinking back tears, the sinner was thankful, lifting his rear to accept the hard bulge rubbing against his backside.

"Thank you, m'Lord... "

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@justiceiswrath ꜱᴇɴᴛ — 𝐉𝐔𝐒𝐓 𝐅𝐔𝐂𝐊𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝐀𝐑𝐎𝐔𝐍𝐃

( g-spot ) Satan pushing against his G-spot few times <3

The digits buried inside him were bending, curling to knuckle his inner ring to stretch.

Whining, the deer demon clung to the edge of the bathtub, bent over it on the verge of (awkwardly) climbing into it, when out of the blue his Master had walked in unannounced — after grabbing his hip, the Sin had pushed two fingers into his doe's warm hole.

Gasping, the Radio Demon had eased himself onto the two fingers, pushing back to sink himself over the thick knuckles, pinned in place by his Master's hand he couldn't really ride the surprising penetration. At least he had chosen a better place for a quick service, the tiled bathroom was easier to clean up.

The lip of the iron bathtub was cold, pressing into the swell of his udders and stirring cock, the hot bathwater swirling on the other side of the tub, now wasted. Each probe into his tender spot bristled his tail fur, the rubbing knuckles dry inside his fluttering hole. Wishing his Master had in advance brought some lube with him, Alastor was forgiving this time — walking in on his special pet half bent over an object, tail up and his tight hole on full display, he couldn't be blamed too harshly.

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Satan is softly caressing his cheek and running his other hand down his body. Going over his chest and his stomach. He's heating up his hands so they feel amazing against his skin. But he's staring down deeply into his beloved eyes. He just wants to touch him. He wants him to feel good. He's running his other hand down his neck and shoulders. He's taking any excuse he can to touch him. Even running his hand over his thighs and his legs. Softly up his back.  (Replies will come tomorrow but, urge to send you something)

𝐔𝐍𝐏𝐑𝐎𝐌𝐏𝐓𝐄𝐃 / ᴀʟᴡᴀʏꜱ ᴏᴘᴇɴ⸻ ｢ 🕯️ ｣

Grinning, Satan's doe is utterly perplexed as to why his Master is all of a sudden so anxious to touch him: hands exploring his body like it's their first time. He doesn't want it to stop, the pleasant sensation is sinking deeper into his body, easing tension.

Tilting his head back to look up, returning the heavy look with an inquisitive one, Alastor's brought both hands up to squeeze the dragon's warmed wrist long enough so he can wait for the time when the other hand has slid down his stomach so he can roll his hips into the questing palm.

"Have you lost something?"

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// Ooh you like that POST GET THIS SOFT THEN.

Satan is interlocking fingers with Alastor. Taking his hand in his own and softly bringing his knuckles up to his face. He gives them the most gentle of kisses. He looks deeply into Alastor's eyes and caresses his cheek with his other hand as he begins to speak. "My precious doe. The true Ruby of my eye. You are worth more than 10,000 hoards I could ever make. I have been enchanted by your beauty and the things I have seen from you. I wish to hold you for a thousand sunsets." He softly that keeps caressing his cheek. 

"I am in love with you and I am not afraid to say it. I have never been good with my emotions but when I see you my heart skips a beat. That Old Flame I thought was once dead reignites when you smile. I have not felt such a carnal  passion for another in eons. You shall be my red star that never let go." 

𝐅𝐑𝐎𝐌 𝐇𝐄𝐑𝐄

Frozen in place, the deer demon couldn't even BLINK. Satan's blunt confession was something the buck hadn't been anticipating. Out of the blue. Unprovoked.

The cliched contexts were coming to mind; was either of them dying? Had Satan thought he was sharing an affair with someone else?

Whatever the reason, Alastor was susceptible to being buttered up. Touch-starved, it didn't help any that his Master's voice was so assertive.

Leaning into the caressing hand, eyes hooded, Alastor merely answered with a low rumble; nuzzling into the warmth, ears sagging.

“Have I done something wrong?’

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💋 It's big deep smooch. A smooch with love and care <3

𝐍𝐄𝐖 𝐘𝐄𝐀𝐑 𝐊𝐈𝐒𝐒

Grinning into the kiss, Alastor balances himself carefully on the tips of his hooves, stretching up to return the smooch with equal zest. The difference in their heights — understanding that his Master changes his own height on a whim — was never an awkward thing, the Radio Demon’s energy making up for their inappropriate physical match to not see it as an obstacle.

Nipping at Satan's chin once he’d broken the deep kiss, Alastor had the audacity to lean into his Master's hard body, placing his hands on the Sin’s hips for leverage.

“What’s gotten into you, this fine morning? Interested in a new year spent with me?”

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🧠 + You want to woship his cock. Do it. Put your face against it and beg. <3

𝐈𝐍𝐓𝐑𝐔𝐒𝐈𝐕𝐄 𝐓𝐇𝐎𝐔𝐆𝐇𝐓𝐒

"..."

"What... "

Confused, seeing how they had only just finished minutes ago, Alastor's hesitation narrowly led to abandoning the impulse.

Pulling himself over, slipping his hand around the base, Alastor dragged his tongue up the underbelly of his Master's cock — stopping at the tip to press his cheek into it.

"Please, Sire, I need your massive cock inside me again."

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Well my little doe. I have already breed you once but, maybe this time I will devour your sweet hole first, then pump you full my seed again. I want to see that face you made again. <3

𝐁𝐑𝐄𝐄𝐃 𝐌𝐄 𝐀𝐍𝐎𝐍𝐘𝐌𝐎𝐔𝐒

Alastor's undoubtedly flustered by the praise, the threat. It's immeasurably gratifying to be spoken to like he's got one use, and that's to be reduced to desire. Above all else, being regarded as valuable has provided Alastor with an infinite source of self-worth.

The Radio Demon's projecting — he considers sex to be the ultimate form of desire, and desire's an end goal he feel he can never reach. Knowing he's left his partner wanting more can be a toxic coping mechanism; Alastor's eager to please no matter the costs.

"Well, what are you waiting for? I'm glad you've chosen me.

Now, get ON with it. Breed me so hard I'll forget what century I'm in."

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🎁” + Gives a beauitful black and red collar with ruby gem stone hanging off it with the symbol of wrath on it.

𝐂𝐇𝐑𝐈𝐒𝐓𝐌𝐀�� 𝐆𝐈𝐅𝐓𝐒

"My Lord... I don't think I deserve this.

But, coming from you, I realise it must be true. I'll be honoured to wear this forever more."