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jwl-writes-smut · 10 months ago

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Sip of Sin

Explanation: Lucifer owns Alastor's Soul and per their agreement, Lucifer calls on him to show him just that

Alastor despised the devil standing before him. Typically, he was summoned to fulfill the King of Hell's wishes, whether it involved cleaning, cooking, or managing his majesty's affairs. Today, however, the King's presence exuded an unusual hunger that made Alastor uneasy. The way the man had observed him while summoning shadows to clean sent shivers down his spine; he recognized that look.

“Alastor,” Lucifer uttered coldly.

Alastor paused, his smile tensing before turning to face him.

“Yes, your majesty?”

“Come with me. I heard that someone of your… stature would appreciate something I have to offer. Since you have been upholding your end of the deal, I thought I should,” Lucifer paused, then continued, “offer a reward you'd be interested in.”

Alastor's ears perked up, intrigued, as he eyed the king walking down the corridor. He decided to follow along.

As they walked, Alastor noticed fewer servants on this side of the castle, and those present scurried away at the sight of them together.

“Your Highness, may I ask where you are taking me?” Alastor inquired, amused, as they turned down another hallway. Lucifer's face briefly displayed a smirk unbeknownst to Alastor.

“We're going to my room. I want to share a drink with you,” Lucifer said in a cheeky tone as they approached a large oak door adorned with apples and snakes. Alastor's ears twitched upon entering the room, which was dressed in red with a large red bed at its center. Lucifer led Alastor to the left, where a small bar and couches were present.

“Oh, I would love to have a drink with you, Your Highness,” Alastor smiled but seemed confused as he continued, unsure of how to respond to Lucifer lying down dramatically on the couch.

“But usually our relationship is never this personal. You said I had fulfilled my end of the deal, so I am not understanding exactly what you want to discuss.”

Lucifer sat up, his smile turning devilish as he looked at Alastor. They made eye contact before Lucifer waved his hand, and two empty glasses appeared in front of them. Alastor was about to speak before watching Lucifer transform his right arm into black claws with sharp points.

“I learned that my blood would be of interest to you,” Lucifer's eyes shifted to look directly at Alastor. Alastor gasped as he saw Lucifer return to normal, sharp teeth gleaming in the candlelight. “And I thought we should celebrate our...friendship.”

Lucifer manifested a wine bottle, filled the cup, took a sip, and passed it to Alastor.

Alastor shook his head before sipping the crimson liquid, eyes closing slightly. The taste lingered pleasantly in his mouth. Alastor opened his eyes to see Lucifer staring at him, also sipping on his glass of wine.

Alastor pondered curiously. Was the King of Hell offering him angel's blood? Alastor had heard stories of the taste sending a cannibal demon like himself into ecstasy while boosting their power.

Drinking blood could heighten the senses and enhance a demon's power, but Alastor never expected Lucifer to order it himself. Was Lucifer's boredom getting to him?

“So why do you want to give me your blood?” Alastor asked aloud before sipping his second glass of wine. The seductive scent relaxed him, and he sensed Lucifer smiling at him before the demon king started to reply.

“I told you before; you deserve an award. You've put up with my temper tantrums and games for too long.”

“Really, because I've done nothing but abide by your requests, no matter how demeaning, with no problem,” Alastor replied cockily, feeling like he was winning already.

He paused as he noticed Lucifer's attitude shifting.

Alastor's ears drooped in confusion as Lucifer stopped speaking altogether and appeared to be looking around for something. Alastor knew how arrogant the King of Hell could get when he didn't get what he wanted. However, he did not expect Lucifer to lose his cool over him.

When the lights went off, Alastor heard someone appear in front of him. Suddenly, Lucifer growled loud enough to make him flinch, and Alastor saw his fangs lengthen and become razor-sharp. He then transformed back into his normal form, taking a deep breath before sighing.

Alastor held his breath. His mind raced, his body betrayed, heart racing, leaving him with an unwanted desire.

His whole body stiffened as the King of Hell used his claw to dig a line on his wrist, thick golden blood oozing out. Lucifer said nothing as he collected the blood in a newly formed glass. Alastor's eyes widened, seeing Lucifer, himself an angel, bleed—an act so vulnerable, a sign of weakness. Then, as quickly as Alastor witnessed it, the cut healed as the King willed.

"Drink this," Lucifer paused, watching Alastor's eyes glare at him. Static filled the room as he watched Lucifer set down the glass, his eyes dilating as he hurriedly reached for the liquid that would give him everything he desired while working for the man. Animalistically, he drank the golden liquid, licking up any that flowed down his mouth. The glass now lay empty as Alastor desperately wanted more, his eyes shot up, looking back at Lucifer greedily.

This was not how it had been described to him; this felt like a drug intoxicating his senses, realizing he had drunk a large glass full.

Alastor took a moment to compose himself before slowly removing the glass from his lips, closing his eyes for a brief moment. The sudden urge to throw up hit him hard as his stomach churned, but the alcohol and blood kept him calm.

Once he regained his composure, he made eye contact with the king.

"Thank you, your Majesty," Alastor said as his antlers returned to normal.

Lucifer chuckled, smiling at him before saying, "Now that that part is done, follow me."

Lucifer led Alastor to the oversized bed in the center of his room, adorned with dark red velvet, black satin sheets, pillows, and blankets. A vanity table and a chest of drawers were placed near the foot of the bed, and the walls were lined with paintings depicting various places across the globe. There was even a wall decorated with beautiful gold and silver bookshelves. Despite the furniture, the room felt lonely, emphasizing Lucifer's solitude.

As Alastor stepped closer to the bed, he sensed Lucifer's lust intensifying.

"Sit on the bed, Alastor," Lucifer said, his voice hazy.

Normally, Alastor would have hesitated, considering the inappropriate nature of the request from the King of Hell himself. However, a static, similar to the sound of his radio, filled his head. Heat surged through his body; the blood had started to make him admire his Majesty in ways he would never dream of, disgusting as it was to him. Yet, whatever was in the blood made him love it.

The king gestured towards the bed, seemingly ordering Alastor to go there. Instead of arguing, Alastor obediently did as he was told.

"Now, as per our deal, you do anything for me to serve me as the King of Hell, right, Alastor?" Lucifer asked, standing in front of Alastor sitting on the bed.

"Well, right now, you're gonna help me do something I've been wanting since I first inquired of your services," Lucifer moved to sit next to Alastor. "It'll probably take longer and involve more work than what you're used to, but it's necessary to further our 'partnership' for eternity. Would you be willing to help me, oh precious puppet?"

Alastor felt himself losing control of his composure, prey under a predator. If Lucifer wanted him dead right now, he could easily snap his neck. Alastor bit his lip hesitantly before answering.

"Your Highness, I'm always happy to help."

The air was tense between them for a few moments until the demon king cleared his throat before speaking again, his smile slowly returning to its former self.

“Good,” Lucifer said as he looked at Alastor. Alastor continued to stare into Lucifer's evil green eyes. “What is that you're wearing?”

A shiver ran down Alastor's spine; something was odd. Lucifer was showing an emotion the devil had never shown him before—something like curiosity.

"What do you mean?"

Lucifer gave a slight nod, turning his gaze away from Alastor for a moment. As soon as he did, Alastor felt something enter his mind.

Suddenly, he was more desperate for stimulation, a sensation unfamiliar to the deer demon. Many years had passed since he'd experienced pleasure or joy, and now that he was finally feeling it, it almost felt foreign. Alastor let out a small whimper as he felt the familiar need arise inside him, something primal, needing something he could not identify—something unknown and unfamiliar yet undeniably enticing.

Something told him that whatever it was, it was both enjoyable and frightening at the same time.

"That is some really interesting outfit you have there, Alastor," Lucifer commented before giving Alastor a curious glance.

"Let me take it off you,” Lucifer suggested as he leaned forward.

And as Alastor reluctantly agreed to let Lucifer take off his outfit, the Tumblr demon community erupted in excitement!

PART ONE