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You would think after thousands of years of mating cycles would make one accustomed to them. This is not the case. Lucifer was still caught off guard when he went into heat.
Half of the reason his heats always hit so hard was because he chose to deny himself a mate. You see, every angel had been created with a counterpart. Someone to love and cherish them. And to help them through their cycles. Lucifer’s mate had chosen to disobey and had thus been forced into the deepest, darkest pits of what would become Hell.
And Lucifer chose to stay in Heaven.
He could have found a new mate, but how could he do that? His brothers and sisters told him to find someone new, someone worthy of him. But how could he when he knew that his mate, the one created to be his partner, was out there suffering alone without him?
His heats had steadily been getting worse over the last few decades. Not only had the pain gotten worse, but so too had the occurrences and lengths of every heat. Instead of the once or twice a decade that most angels received, Lucifer got his heats every year. Where most angels were only made to suffer for a week, Lucifer often had to suffer through a month of the cramps and the desperate longing to be filled.
His brothers became worried, not knowing how much longer they could stand to watch Lucifer suffer. And so they made a cruel choice.
On the eve of his heat they entered his room, pulling him from his nest. He had struggled and fought against them but he was no match for their strength. They dragged him to the edge of the pit. With an short apology they snapped his wings and threw him down into the depths of Hell.
Lucifer had never known pain like this. The air burning his skin as his robes smacked about him. His wings forced into the air, every twist and turn the wind forced him to make throwing his wings into the pressure, the already snapped bones creaking with effort to heal when every moment only wanted to damage him more.
He didn’t know how long he fell for but it felt like an eternity. He couldn’t see anything for most of it, but as he reached the end of his fall he could see the red of the earth. The earth that he was about to crash into. A pain that he was going never going to recover from.
He closed his eyes, praying that it was all just a nightmare.
And then the feeling of hot arms wrapping around him, yanking him from the fall, quick enough to give him whiplash as his head was flung about.
“My poor beautiful mate.” A deep voice snarled. “What have they done to you?”
And before he could open his eyes or respond, he lost consciousness.
He awoke lying in an unfamiliar bed in an unfamiliar room. Half of it was red and covered in the bones of animals. The other half was some sort of indoor forest. Lucifer sat up, slowly to not agitate his wounds, but he found no pain. He flared out his wings and they were fine. Unbroken, and perfect. Even for an angel of his degree it would take days before they healed so well from a break like that, but here they were, back in perfect working condition!
He rose from the bed, his feet clomping against the floor. No. His feet didn’t clomp. He looked down and let out a strangled scream as he scramled back. His feet followed him, of course. The issue being they aren’t feet. He had hooves where his dainty feet would normally reside.
He shot out of the bed, stumbling as he got used to walking, and looked for a mirror. When he found one he almost sobbed.
His once beautiful blue eyes had turned a dark crimson. A tail grew from his body, thin and spaded. And two large horns jutted out from his head. His hands had become charred, as if the fall had burned his fair skin. He stared into the mirror and watched as a tear slipped down the cheek of the creature that he had become.
The one who had caught him returned to the room. He had red hair, and two ears sticking from the top of his head. Instead of horns he had tow small black antlers. He had a large toothy smile that never disappeared. He wore a red suit and gloves, so Lucifer couldn’t see the rest of him.
“Who are you?” Lucifer stepped back, hand leaning against the wall for balance.
“Has it been so long that you have forgotten the look of your own mate? Do you not recognize me any more Lucifer? Did my fall really change me so much?” The smile twitched, but did not fall. He stepped forward, pulling of his suit jacket and resting it over the armchair.
“Alastor?” Lucifer took a step closer. “This cannot be you.”
“But it is me, my dear. I promise you that.” He takes another step towards Lucifer. They sit only inches apart now. “How I have longed to see you again, and here you are. But what they have done to you is unforgivable.” Alastor reached out, stroking one of Lucifer’s wings. “How do they feel? I did my best to heal them, but it had been centuries since I have needed to use my healing magic. Is there any lingering pain?”
“No. They feel perfect.” Lucifer closes the distance, wrapping his arms around Alastor with a small sob. “I have missed you so much. I couldn’t bare the thought of you being all alone down here.”
“I would rather have been alone than watch you suffer the same pain I was forced into.” Alastor strokes Lucifer’s cheek, tilting his head up until they are making eye contact. “What crimes could they have accused you of? You who is perfect and pure.”
“I do not know. They dragged me from my nest and—”
Alastor cuts him off. “Your nest? Is your cycle nearing?” His nostrils flared as he searched for the scent beneath the stench that the fall had covered him with. And there he found it. The apple blossom scent that he had missed for so long. And it was stronger now, indicating that his heat was due any time now. “How could they be so cruel to you?” Alastor pulled Lucifer into his arms. “They will never harm you again. I won’t let them. I will never let anyone harm you.”
Lucifer melted into his arms. “Alastor, please. My cycle will begin soon. I need—”
Alastor interrupted him again. “Yes, I will gather your supplies. You can stay here, protected with my scent.”
Lucifer shook his head. “No. I need you. I have waited so long to be reunited with you, I cannot wait a second longer.”
“Darling, you do not understand what you are doing to me. I have angered for millennia, thinking of those you have invited into your bed. I long to take you, claim you as I should have long ago. I cannot. Not now. Not until you are sure that another would not be better suited for you.”
Lucifer looked up at Alastor through his eyelashes, tears beginning to water with his need. “I have never taken another. The pain has become almost unbearable, but I could never take anyone other than you.”
With that his resolve snapped. Alastor lifted Lucifer into the air, wrapping his small legs around his waist. He pressed his lips against Lucifer’s, his tongue forcing it’s way into Lucifer’s mouth.
Lucifer’s eyes closed tight and he whined around the tongue that wrapped around his own. It writhed in his mouth, filling it in a way that his mouth had never before been filled. Before long he could feel the mattress beneath his back as Alastor placed him down.
“May I?” Alastor didn’t wait for the answer before he snapped his long fingers and Lucifer’s tattered robe disappeared leaving him bare in front of Alastor.
Alastor leaned back, smile growing wider. “You are even more beautiful than I could ever imagine.”
With those words, Lucifer’s body shuddered. His heat finally taking full effect.
Alastor’s eyelids fluttered and he leaned close to Lucifer’s groin. “You smell delicious.” His mouth unhinged, teeth resting gently against the skin on Lucifer’s leg as he tasted the skin, tongue traveling from knee to thigh in a teasing manner. He moved to the other leg, giving it much the same treatment.
“Alastor, stop teasing,” Lucifer’s voice already sounded wrecked and they hadn’t even begun. He reached down, gripping Alastor’s antler and pulling his head up. “Please.”
Alastor chuckled darkly. “I suppose I can give you what you want for now. Don’t think I will always be so charitable.” With those words his tongue found Lucifer’s fold, traveling from clit to hole. He teased Lucifer’s entrance, barely dipping the tip of his tongue to pull out the slick that was building up inside of him. He traveled back to Lucifer’s clit, closing his lips around it as he began to suck, tongue wrapping around it in much the same manner it had wrapped around Lucifer’s own tongue minutes earlier.
Lucifer let out a long moan, thighs closing in around Alastor’s head. Alastor pulled back, his face dripping with Lucifer’s slick. “Oh, no, my dear. We can’t have that. Misbehaving so soon.” He clicked his tongue. “I suppose I can forgive you this once, knowing how desperate you are. I’ll be generous even.” As he spoke shadows poured from beneath the bed. They wrapped around Lucifer’s wrists, pinning them above his head. They held onto his thighs, keeping them pulled apart enough for Alastor to fit between them. Another tentacle wrapped around his waist, pinning it to the bed so he wouldn’t be able to chase the sensation.
Alastor stood back and swirled his finger in the air. Another, smaller tentacle appeared and ran its way up Lucifer’s thigh. He moaned at the feeling, struggling to move. It made its way to Lucifer’s cunt, diving between the folds to collect slick before traveling to his clit. It flicked at it gently before beginning to rub at it, trying to make Lucifer sing.
Alastor reached out, gloved hands traveling up Lucifer’s body and resting on his chest. He watched Lucifer’s face as he used his thumbs to rub against them, watching them harden.
“Tell me, dearest, have you ever played with yourself? Filled your empty cunt? Rubbed at your neglected clit?” His voice is a purr as he whispered into Lucifer’s ear.
Lucifer struggled to speak around the sensation. Held in place, hands clenching and unclenching as he longed to bury his claws in Alastor’s hair. “It was never enough.” He forced the words out. “All I could think about was how empty I was without your cock buried inside of me.”
With a sinister grin Alastor pressed his clothed cock against the heat between Lucifer’s thighs. Lucifer’s eyes snapped open and he struggled against the tentacles holding him in place. “H-how is it so — will it even fit?”
Alastor laughed at the words. “We will make it fit, my dear. Isn’t that what you have been longing2. for this entire time? To feel my cock inside of your tight cunt?” He licked a stripe up Lucifer’s neck before biting down on it, sinking his teeth into the skin where his shoulder met his neck. Lucifer let out a drawn out moan as the pleasure overrode the pain.
Lucifer closed his eyes as he felt the tentacle stop circling his clit. It slid up his body and teased his lips. Lucifer opened them and it made itself at home inside of his mouth, toying with his tongue.
He could hear the shifting as Alastor moved back. The snap as he banished his clothes. And then Alastor was filling him. Stretching him further than his fingers ever could. His claws dig into the tentacles that hold him still, legs twitching as they try to wrap around Alastor.
Alastor is mostly silent as he fucks into Lucifer. His hands travel across Lucifer’s skin, claws lightly scraping down his sides to add to the overwhelming sensations. He only broke the silence to breath praises into Lucifer’s ear, calling him a good boy and telling him how perfect he was.
Lucifer could feel a tightening in his gut as Alastor kept up the relentless pace. “Alastor,” he moaned around the tentacle in his mouth, trying to warn Alastor about his impending orgasm.
Alastor simply grinned and moved a hand to pinch and roll at Lucifer’s clit.
Lucifer’s eyes rolled back, his wings curling as much as they could while pinned beneath him. His body arched up as much as it could in it’s bindings. His mouth fell open in a silent scream as his cunt clenched down on Alastor’s cock.
Alastor let out a snarl and buried his nose in Lucifer’s neck. His cock pulsed at it spilled deep inside of Lucifer, soothing the ache that came with his heat for the first time in his existence.
The tentacles pulled away and Lucifer wrapped his arms around Alastor, pulling his body flush against Lucifer’s. Alastor settled against him, the skin on skin contact soothing both of them.
They drifted off, sleep coming easy for them as they each felt protected in the arms of their mate.