#overelord

[voodoodaaddy]

The small movement against his hand makes it all that more real. Soon they'll have a child here and everything will change. For once in his afterlife, he has to start thinking about someone other than himself. A lot of the things he did on a daily basis will have to be put aside for the time being. It's not as if he can take their child out while he kills.

Alastor did a large majority of dealings while they've been nesting. He got as many souls as he could under his belt. He started to absorb Overelords again to gain as much power as he can. Territory will be important to have. He needs it to have more people in their favor.

He wanted to rid himself of the Vees before this baby hatched. With such a speedy schedule, he may ask Lucifer if he wanted to join him. Not as if he couldn't kill them himself, but it would take too much time to do this on his own.

"How much longer do you think?" His words hushed, barely a whisper then adds, "What do you think it will be? A boy or girl?"

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It's been a long night of egg sitting while Lucifer had been back to his Royal duties. The Radio Demon kept the egg warm and safe in the makeshift nest. Even going as far as his tendrils wrapped around the egg to give it that extra warmth. By the time Lucifer is back the stag his peacefully resting with the egg cradles in his arms. The static of his radio is nothing but a whisper, switching channels until it lands on a child's lullaby.

Alastor could feel the nest shift when Lucifer joined him. He opened one eye to the other, placing a finger over his own mouth. "It was moving inside this egg all night." He whispered. "I finally got it to settle."

"It's late, is everything alright?"

[baphymittens]

Sitting on the antique sofa she does her best to listen to the devil seated beside her as he continues with his explanation. Though he's gotten very good at simplifying things for her, it's still hard for her to understand Demiurge as he goes on about the complex plans and strategies of the possible paths Nazerick may take going forward with the war.

The demon's pleasant voice continues to drone on with his methods and reasoning, and though she loves the sound, her mind can’t help but wonder elsewhere. To her next meal, possibly taking a hot bubble bath later, or to the metal tail that suddenly waves into her vision when Demiurge leans forward to grab another file from the low table before them.

It's without thinking that she grabs said tail, startling the man it belongs to.

“M-my lady?” The devil jolts, standing straight as he looks to his superior with an expression of obvious confusion and speaks with a slight crack in his voice. Satisfied with her catch, she pulls Demiurge down by his tail, so he is again seated next to her. He squirms a bit as she looks over the metal appendage.

“My lady, what are you-” She doesn't catch the rest, more focused on the prize between her hands and the thoughts pertaining to it.

“It looks so shiny and smooth to the touch…”

Gently she slides her fingertips over the metallic surface, rather surprised at the coolness considering the type of demon is attached to.

“I thought it would be warmer.”

“Aah!” The devil's reaction is immediate, stiffening from head to toe as his face and ears flush a shade darker.

Remembering the thing in her hands is actually attached to another person she glances at Demiurge and sees his reaction. “Huh, that's more of a reaction than I expected. I kinda assumed you wouldn't be able to feel anything with this being metal and all.” She returns her attention back to his appendage again, seemingly not caring about the effect she’s having on him.

Doing his best to control his breathing Demiurge attempts to speak. “I-erm certain areas can be sensitive, yes. It is a part of me after all.” He wets his lips with his tongue before digging his claws into his thighs, attempting to keep composure and not daring to move. A Supreme Being has the right to do whatever they please with him of course.

 “But if i may ask…why are you-”

“Maybe it's a type of exoskeleton instead of armor and that's why he can feel it?”

His words fail him as she continues her touching. Slowly running her hands over the smooth surface, starting from the base of his tail and stopping where his poisonous spikes form. The Devil squirms and shudders before moving a hand to quickly cover his mouth, a muffled noise coming from him as his whole-body shivering and causing his tail to twist and writhe in her hands. 

At that she makes sure to hug the guardian's tail against her person and unintentionally causes her soft breast to squish against it, which only sets him off further as an audible moan is heard coming from him. She only pauses for a moment at hearing the sound before looking at him with unreadable eyes as she rubs the side of her cheek against his imp-like tail.

The devil winces and tries to cover the front of his suit pants with a nearby throw pillow but it's too late. Her having already seen the rather large bulge and obvious wet spot staining the fabric. 

“So…I’m guessing this kind of thing feels good to you then?”

Demiurge struggles with his words. “No...well, erm…yes” Something akin to a whimper comes from him. “Please forgive me, I can't...”

“Hmm, just the rubbing gets him like this. What about stroking?”

The mighty devil is powerless as she begins to stroke a hand up and down the length of the appendage, keeping her other arm wrapped around it to keep his tail securely against her and her soft body. No longer bothering to hide the noise, he lets out a loud moan. Both his hands gripping at the couch as he knows he would grab her otherwise. 

Squeezing his crystalline eyes shut his erection becomes painfully worse. From his striped pants she can see it thick and twitching as it strains against the fabric, the wet spot spreading more on the cloth as her stroking doesn't ceast.

Back and forth she continues, letting out a pleased hum as she rubs her cheek against the part of his tail trapped against her. “It's so Smooth Demi…and thick…” A pleasant musk begins to invade her nose as she speaks those words, and then a sudden groan from the demon as his fangs sink into his bottom lip, causing small drops of blood to drip.

Curling into himself slightly the wet patch becomes much worse as the devil's seed seeps through his pants as he finally cums. Ignoring his pitiful whine doesn't let up on her stroking of him, speeding up until Demiurge is slack against the sofa and breathing rather hard. “Well, that's interesting…” Her expression stays blank as she looks from his soiled crotch and then to his face.

“Might be fun to see where else you're sensitive, actually…”