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Alastor straightened his uniform nervously while he waited in a small antechamber to the banquet hall. As the only child to a fresh noble family who happened to strike gold, his parents had worked for this alliance. A chance to tie themselves to the royal family. A chance to advance not only their family, but himself.
He just had to get married to a complete stranger. Easy.
Lucifer practically trembled as servants ensured every single inch and detail of his regalia was perfect. His family colours adorned him, white and gold, a golden brooch in the shape of a star pinned securely onto his breast. The colours complimented his pale skin and hair, and if not for the trembling, he would look like royalty.
The idea of getting married to someone was thrown on him less than 24 hours ago, despite apparently being in the works for several weeks. He was the youngest, which was horrible enough, but also the black sheep. He didn't care much for traditions, and sought invention and art rather than the pursuit of money.
And now, here he was, being pawned off for politics, perhaps in punishment.
Alastor's father was on another tirade about how perfect Alastor had to be in order to impress the royals, but his voice was tuned out as Alastor took in the details of the antechamber, waiting for his betrothed. He had long resigned himself to the fact that he was getting married, but if his sources were accurate, there was plenty of opportunity for him in this marriage.
His only outward sign of nerves was straightening his clothes, feeling strange in such finery. He was used to the rugged outdoors, and he hoped his quick lessons in etiquette would be enough to woo the young prince.
"Here he comes," his father snapped, grabbing his attention. "Back straight now! Make me proud, boy."
With one last check to make sure everything was perfect; Lucifer slowly entered the banquet room. Thankfully, he'd had lessons his entire life on etiquette. He despised them, but enough of them and it became muscle memory nonetheless.
He glanced around the banquet hall, his gaze settling on the crimson-haired man surrounded by a bit of a crowd. That must be him. Well, at least he wasn't horrifically ugly. He approached, his head carried high, stopping a short distance in front of him.
"It's a pleasure to meet you...?" His voice grew a bit higher towards the end of his sentence. He'd forgotten the name of his betrothed, or had he simply not been told? It took everything in him to die of embarrassment on the spot.
If it wasn't terribly obvious by the white uniform and royal sigil on the lapel of the jacket, the fact that the prince marched through the room like he owned it would have clued Alastor in. What he didn't expect was to look down so far. A blink of his eyes and his first impression was filed away for future consideration. Quick on his feet, Alastor swept into a deep bow and reached for the prince's hand, bringing the knuckles to his lips.
"Alastor, Your Highness! It's quite a pleasure to be meeting you tonight on such short notice."
Pale cheeks darkened slightly at the contact. Okay, yes, he's at least somewhat attractive.
"Yeah, it's definitely a short notice-" a glare from across the room adjusted the direction of his sentence- "But I'm used to springing to action with little to no notice."
He glanced in the direction of the seating. Two seats were clearly reserved for the two of them, at the end of the table, so everyone could see them. Lucifer's stomach churned at the idea, but he had no choice. With the rising rate of civil unrest, if he tried to turn tail and flee, he'd be murdered, his death blamed on some rebel somewhere. He cleared his throat.
"Shall we? I haven't eaten since this morning."
Alastor's ears twitched, amused that his joke had gone over the prince's vertically challenged head. But he kept his laughter inside, smiling with as charm and ease as he could muster. His thumb caressed the silky smooth of the prince's hand, suggestive and inviting, before releasing it.
"Since this morning? My my, that won't do! Whatever caused the loss of appetite?" He offered his arm for the prince to grab.
Lucifer held onto Alastor's arm, walking calmly with him towards the table. Dozens of eyes watched every move of theirs, curious, scrutinizing.
He couldn't tell him the truth. His father gave him a threatening lecture about how if he messed this up, the family was doomed. The drills on mannerisms, nothing but perfection. All this for just the banquet. His stomach sank thinking about how the lecture for the wedding would go.
"I was too busy making preparations."
Servants assisted the two into their seats, and with the weight of his father's gaze on him, Alastor performed his manners perfectly. It was refreshing to see that his betrothed was more nervous than he was. When they were seated at last, Alastor covered Lucifer's hand in a brief, but comforting grip.
"Relax, your Highness. We are merely pawns in their game. As long as you smile they won't know what you're really thinking." He removed his hand and winked. "Shall I call you 'highness' all night? Or do you have a more intimate name?"
As Lucifer first sat, he was stiff as a board, clearly uncomfortable. Alastor's touch nearly made him leap out of his skin, but he managed to tone down his reaction to gripping the table tightly. He found Alastor's words strangely comforting, letting his shoulders relax, nodding slightly. He breathed in deeply, refocusing himself and managing a smile.
"You can call me Lucifer...please, I'm not even first in line for the throne, I'm not 'Your highness'." He muttered, watching servants spill out from the kitchen with a variety of appetizers. The sudden activity meant that they could chatter between themselves mostly unheard. "I'm truly the last ditch option for the King."
"Lucifer..." Alastor rolled the name around on his tongue like it was a fresh cherry to be savored. It had a flavor that was pleasing, almost old fashioned. He glanced to the head of the table where the king and queen were conversing with his father, all of them looking like they were sucking on lemons.
"Oh, you're much more important than that, Lucifer. Hardly an extra at all. Whatever your official status is, you can count on my full support."
"Well, let's break some ice. The museum is under my supervision, as well as the many art schools of our kingdom. I find it important, they find it.... disappointing. What's a kingdom without an architect to design a castle, for example?" Lucifer spoke as he picked at a plate of fine meats and cheeses. "Or the artistry of a chef to plate our feasts well. Do you agree?" He hardly waited for an answer before he rambled on. "Where are you from? I've never heard of your family."
Alastor could have kissed the gods for giving him a betrothed who was desperate for attention. The youngest prince, all but forgotten? The perfect age to marry just as a new family with riches wanted to dip their toes into the political arena. It was perfect.
"A patron of the arts! What would civilization be without culture? Do you enjoy dancing?" He didn't want to talk about his own family yet. Perhaps later.
"Yes. I do..! I love dancing. I've taken a few classes, and when I actually have some time, I play some music and dance by myself." He paused to grab a plate of roasted beef, skipping over an offered plate of roast duck. "I don't get to do much, though. My siblings tend to do all of the public appearances. Maybe that's why I'm the only one with no interest?"
He was very careful to choose the same dishes as his betrothed, to be as interested in what the prince liked as possible. He couldn't pass up a plate of sliced venison, however. It was his favorite meat. Alastor perked up at the mention of siblings. He was very interested in the other royals.
"No wonder I have only heard so little about you. Your subjects barely know who you are!" He smiled easily, reaching with his napkin to wipe the corner of Lucifer's mouth. "I would love to take you dancing. It would be a good way to introduce me as your husband, yes?"
"Politics are not quite my thing. I just want everyone to get along. Meetings are horrifically boring." He pouted a bit, twirling his fork in his hands.
His eyes lit up at the mention of dancing again. "Yes, that sounds good. I'm easy to please, really."
The King spoke up, interrupting their conversation.
"It's our honor to welcome our guests this very special evening. I've presented this feast as a token of appreciation for the family soon to be joining ours. Although new, recently relocated here, they bring riches and a charming son to tie our families together. Alastor will be marrying my youngest son, Lucifer. I know he's not well known, but he's truly a genius! "
Lucifer nodded his thanks, his cheeks darkening slightly. "It's my honor, I'll make my family proud."
Alastor could practically feel the pride dripping from his father's shoulders. It was truly galling to think that the asshole was soaking up all the attention like a whore. Alastor suppressed his flash of rage. If his mother were still alive, she would be the one honored.
Instead, he smiled with false pleasure and bowed in his seat to the monarchs and the crowd. While his father rattled off his awful speech, Alastor very boldly lifted Lucifer's hand to his lips again, laying a kiss for the entire banquet to see.
A bold move indeed for such a public setting. However, the sighs and whispers told Alastor that his romantic gesture was well received.
"It is an honor to be given such a welcome," Alastor said to Lucifer.
Lucifer listened to the speech for a bit, before he exchanged glances with Alastor. It seemed they both despised the speeches their parents had given. He finally cracked a genuine smile, further accentuated by the kiss to his hand. "I agree."
The Queen finally spoke, "I do remind you that we fully expect you to consummate your marriages, as of now, you're the only hope we have. Unfortunately, your siblings fail to produce heirs. So you have a lot of responsibility, my son."
Lucifer paled slightly, the smile returning to pretend. "Uh- of course, I'm hoping to fulfill that need, as well."
Alastor couldn't help but blush at the very blunt way the queen commented on personal matters. Instead of replying, he merely bowed meekly to her in his seat. Instead his father very crudely boasted about the virility of his lineage, even though he had only personally produced one son. Alastor would need to plan the man's demise soon, all the more so he could inherit the newly minted title.
"At least we have one more day," he reminded Lucifer. "Let us get through the ceremony and then we can have the quiet of our honeymoon, yes? Without the nagging."
The horrible speeches finally seemed to fade away, guests returning to eating.
Lucifer procured a glass of white wine, swirling the liquid around and inhaling the aroma. "Mm... Wow, they even brought out the good stuff. "
He almost had ignored what Alastor had said, but mid sip he paused. "Honeymoon... That's where we....?"
He figured it out on his own, quickly downing the glass of wine. How embarrassing it would be to confess he'd not done more than kiss anyone.
Alastor's brows raised to his hairline, his ears twitching with amusement to see the frantic swallowing of the wine. Oh dear. This was going to be fun.
"Is something wrong?" He asked, leaning down to whisper in Lucifer's ear, his lips brushing along the edge. "Are you shy?"
It took everything in him to not go flying out of his seat when Alastor's lips brushed against his ears.
"No, I just... it's been a lot, you know? Big day, lots of things to do, and still more to come." He nodded his thanks to a servant that passed by and filled his glass again. "There's so many firsts happening, I find myself overwhelmed. Are we allowed to talk tonight, before our ceremony, tomorrow, or we just get... thrown in? Like, is this even necessary"
The forced laugh from him betrayed the amount of anxiety he felt towards everything.
Showing uncharacteristic mercy, Alastor relaxed back into his seat to give his betrothed a moment to recover. It was endearing how they stumbled over words while blushing up a storm. Even... dare he say it? Cute.
"Do you want to talk tonight?" Alastor asked with a tilt of his head. He glanced sideways at his personal servants nearby and lowered his voice. "It is not exactly traditional, but I can make it happen if you wish. All you have to do is leave your window open."
He didn't say how he would get in, or climb along the castle walls, but then again he didn't need to reveal all of his secrets.
"I-I would.... I don't know how all.... half dozen of my siblings just happily walked away with someone they've never met. And they're not happy, none of them. I don't want to be unhappy, so I want to know you." He lowered his voice, so that only the two of them could hear. "There's just a lot of pressure, and no one in this family has carried to term since the Queen carried me. Do you understand?"
It was so easy to nod in understanding.
"Such a mystery, really. How no one has managed to produce a viable heir, despite having a plethora of children. Not to worry, Lucifer," Alastor one more placed his hand over theirs and smiled. "You're not doing this alone. We will make sure the royal family continues."
He stopped talking for a moment, waiting for a servant to move out of earshot. "Then tonight. Leave your window open. And I shall visit you."
"Maybe that's why they've been making me take- oh.. I've been taking some herbs all week, I think they're really throwing everything they can at me, but it's.. it's scary. Now I'm suddenly important?" He sighed, then nodded to subtly acknowledge the request.
Dessert came out, which seemed to improve his spirits again. It was clearly well known that it was his Forte, as servants brought several plates of elaborate, gourmet sweets for him to enjoy, no questions asked.
Lucifer had no idea just how important he was to Alastor. Well, to Alastor's plans and ambitions. All of them centered around the attention starved prince, and narrowing the pathway to the throne. Alastor didn't touch the sweets, choosing to nurse his wine instead.
When the banquet was finally over he paid his respects to the king and queen and gave Lucifer a chaste kiss on the cheek for a goodnight. They weren't supposed to see each other until the ceremony the following afternoon. His father led him from the hall back to their rooms, but quickly abandoned him for a stiff drink in his own quarters.
That left Alastor plenty of space and privacy to use his own special skills to silently slip from the rooms and down the halls to the wing that housed the royal family.
Lucifer sighed in relief the moment everyone disbanded from the banquet hall. He could finally relax.
He wandered back to his room, undressing as fast as physically possible. He needed out of the gaudy outfit and into something comfortable to sleep in. A simple nightgown would do.
He pulled it over his head, then opened his window. He lit a few candles with magic, settling into bed with a book. "Finally..."
It took an hour for the castle to settle, and for the windows to darken. When Alastor saw his opportunity, he used the silent movements that came so naturally to him that allowed him to hunt even the most elusive prey to shimmy down from a higher room and drop onto Lucifer's balcony. He kept to the shadows until he spotted the figure on the bed, reading a book. He took a second to admire his betrothed in silence. Slender and pale, like a delicate flower emerging from beneath a dusting of snow. Lucifer was the most beautiful of the royal children, in Alastor's opinion. It was simply foolish to be overlooked instead of treasured. He stepped out from the shadows and cleared his throat so as not to alarm them.
"A scholar, I see. What fascinating tome are you reading, your Highness?"
Lucifer gasped slightly, slamming the book closed, nearly ready to chuck the weighty tome at the intruder.
"Oh, Alastor- I'm sorry, you startled me a bit." He laughed while opening the book again. He scooted to the side, giving him room to sit next to him, patting the space gently.
"It's about an astronomer, studying the stars and coming across a supernatural being who becomes his lover... it's kind of embarrassing, really."
Alastor climbed onto the plush and luxurious bed, making note of its expensive sheets and the fragrance of the incense in the room. Instead of lying demurely and at a respectful distance, Alastor crawled into Lucifer's space, pressing uncomfortably close and personal, his curiosity and all too sweet smile latched onto the delicate features of the pale face.
"Fascinating... a romantic, I see? Is that the kind of novels you enjoy? I can scour the city for more of the same. Perhaps as a wedding present?"
Lucifer blushed at the sudden intrusion of personal space. He'd made space for a reason...
"Well, no, this is my first book of the sorts, but I'm enjoying it." He closed the book again, setting it aside and giving Alastor his full attention. My God, he was handsome. Something stirred in him, something new, something daring.
He reached out his hand, touching Alastor's cheek, feeling the angle of his jaw and the strong cheekbones. "Alastor... I do have to admit, I'm glad you aren't hideous. Some of my siblings have ugly partners..."
Alastor kept himself very still while the questing fingers touched his face. That was going to be hard to adjust to, allowing someone else access to his body, which he usually avoided like the plague. Mostly to avoid the plague. Other people were never clean enough. But that didn't seem to be the case with Lucifer, who had silky soft fingers that caressed so delicately.
It wasn't so bad.
"I do appreciate the compliment. Though I must say that I hope any heirs we produce will be as lovely as you are." He hoped it wasn't too much, and the prince would see through his charm. He moved back enough to put space between them. "You wanted to talk, my dear?"
"Oh... Thank you, I don't think I'm that lovely." He chuckled, letting his hands rest in his lap, facing Alastor with his legs crossed. "I want to know you. What do you do? Where did you come from? Who am I marrying? You didn't answer many questions at the banquet."
His gaze was suddenly quite intense. Soft and kind still, but there was clearly no room for avoidance now. His tail had suddenly appeared, flicking slowly from side to side, like an irritated cat.
It was better to feed more of the curiosity than to squash it, so Alastor described the home that he grew up in, the bayou and the forest and was rich in natural resources, and the time he would spend tending to the land. It was a humble beginning, one that he remembered with fondness. It was the sudden explosion of his father's business that elevated his family into the spotlight, and the tireless way his father built their name until they were given a title. Lucifer listened with intense interest.
After his back story was mostly told, Alastor described the different styles of music he enjoyed, latching onto their common interest to pull Lucifer in even more.
"I don't have a favorite type of music... I like everything, but I do like stuff you can dance to a bit more than others.." Lucifer paused for a long moment, before he continued. "I'm sure you've heard all about how I don't care for traditions. Can I... kiss you? Again, so everything isn't all tomorrow...."
He scooted closer, his cheeks flushed, but clearly curious.The question made Alastor's ears twitch, processing all the steps that were required for a kiss. A first kiss was just as important as a first impression.
"A forward thinker," Alastor said to fill the silence and buy himself a bit of time. He rested a hand on Lucifer's thigh, while the other gently grabbed their chin.
"Hmmm, I could be drawn and quartered for this crime. A good thing I don't care for traditions, either." He leaned in, closer and closer until his lips were barely touching Lucifer's, pausing to allow the other to close the distance.
"We're on the same page, then." He grinned mischievously, leaning into the simplest of touches. He knew it was pitiful he hadn't had anyone have the honor of laying a hand on him in more than a friendly manner. It would be painfully obvious to Alastor.
He didn't care. He leaned into the kiss, a simple, quick contact at first, filled with uncertainty. Then, he cupped Alastor's face and kissed him in earnest, almost desperately.
The contact wasn't bad. At least the prince didn't have bad breath. Alastor was categorizing the different textures and sensations, hoping he was acting naturally and not like a trembling maiden. But then the pressure increased drastically, their mouths completely pressed together and Lucifer's hands prevented Alastor from breaking out.
What was he supposed to do? Reciprocate? It certainly had crossed the line from chaste to lover. Uncertain what else to do, Alastor pushed back, a little too much, until his weight had Lucifer toppling over backwards to the bed, landing half on top. He grunted slightly in surprise but didn't pull away, waiting for some signal from the prince of what to do next.
A breathy moan escaped Lucifer, also unsure what to do, taken off guard. As alarming as it was, it was.... okay. He felt a growing warmth in his lower abdomen. Is that what they called arousal...? He practically clung to Alastor, the kisses sloppy, somehow becoming more desperate. He broke away for only a moment to catch his breath, mumble his name, before diving back in.
If the Gods were watching, they'd surely shun him.
Was it supposed to be this wet? Alastor wasn't entirely sure, but he chased the pleasant taste and texture, licking into Lucifer's mouth with another soft grunt. It was the soft prayer of his name that brought him to his senses. This could very easily be carried away.
He broke the kiss and lifted onto his elbows, taking note of all the effects the kissing had on the delicate prince. Flushed cheeks, darkened eyes, and fast breathing, like a rabbit in chase. Alastor grinned, finding that he liked causing such a fluster.
"I do believe the rest must be saved for tomorrow night. But how is that for a prelude?"
Lucifer whined, making half an attempt to follow after the tantalizing lips. He shook his head as if to clear it, catching his breath.
"... You're right. You should probably leave. I'd rather not be struck down by a lightning bolt from the Heavens on the altar tomorrow..." He pulled the blankets over himself, forcing a barrier between them. At least they had chemistry. Maybe this wouldn't be the metaphorical end of his life, the modicum of freedom he had as the mostly neglected prince.
Alastor had no personal beliefs regarding gods and the heavens, so he made no comment about smiting.
"Heaven shall have to fight me if they want their angel back," he smirked, licking the saliva from the corner of his mouth. "Until tomorrow, then. Sleep well."
He slipped back to the balcony and over the railing to the room directly below, sliding effortlessly through the shadows until he was back in his own room. His father hadn't even noticed his absence.
All in all, it was a good meeting. He would plant himself firmly in the heart of his betrothed, and then chip away at the barriers to the throne.
Lucifer sat there for a long moment, brushing his fingers over his lips that had just been on Alastor’s. He wished he could have stayed longer, but the speed his suitor left clearly left no room for argument.
He laid back in his bed, staring at the mural on his ceiling of many angels, flying through the clouds. A pleasure he had the privilege of experiencing. One of the many reasons he'd been kept quiet. He was loud, rebellious, and the magic he possessed was strong. It was something passed along the lineage- most of his siblings could use magic, but shapeshifting and conjuring was his gift alone.
He sighed heavily, nodding off into light sleep.
He was rudely awoken at the Crack of dawn by servants urging him awake, to bathe and to prepare himself. After some protesting, he finally got up, bathing himself and washing his hair as quickly as possible, hardly out of the tub and dried off before he was once again swarmed by servants with clothing.
Getting ready for the day's events and the ceremony was tedious. Alastor resented being paraded about in finery for the established nobles to laugh at him for being presumptuous, his family little more than rich peasants. Of course, he had his plans, and all of them started at the altar that would join his hands with the prince.
Patient would win him the day.
At last, after many instructions, another lecture by his father that he ignored, and several "cleansing" ceremonies, he was placed on one side of the priest who would speak the words, waiting for his betrothed to join him.
What he didn't expect was the fluttering inside his chest at the sight of the beautiful angel walking his way. Was that Lucifer?
Lucifer had managed to keep his anxiety on the low. He had their meeting last night to thank for getting rid of the nerves. He strode into the chapel, confident, with a gasp from the haughty nobles in the crowd, most of whom had never seen the youngest prince in person.
His dress was similar to the banquet, but elevated. Adorned in a golden crown and several necklaces, heavy with the weight of precious gemstones, the smallest glance of sunlight turned him into a shining star. Some of the crowd had envious whispers, wondering why they hadn't been promised the angelic prince's hand in marriage.
Lucifer stopped at the other side of the priest, a confident smile, genuine, this time. The whispers of the chapel changed, and Alastor saw the envy shining out, towards him for taking this shining jewel. It made him stand taller, his ears at their straightest, his smile widened to its limit. When Lucifer reached him, he took the hands offered, holding them gently in the middle before the altar. The fluttering in his chest hadn't stopped, which was odd, but he could ignore it for now.
The ceremony was boring, with the words barely making it into Alastor's cranium. Instead he focused on the delicate features in front of him, lingering on the rosebud mouth, remembering how it felt to kiss it. Lucifer found the ceremony mind-numbing, and he nearly missed the queue to exchange their vows. It was as genuine as it could be for a last minute arrangement, at least for Lucifer.
The crowd cheered when the brief kiss was shared, family rings placed on each other's hands. Then they were escorted to the feast. This time, Lucifer had an actual appetite, and he ate enough that it would surely confuse the guests as to how thin his figure was with an appetite like that.
Alastor was the very picture of a perfect noble and a happy newlywed, greeting everyone and accepting the well wishes. He kept an eye on Lucifer, but did not attempt to curb their appetite, though he had none himself. He knew they would have to consummate the marriage, and for once he was starting to get nervous.
What if he couldn't perform? He had always felt like he was broken because he did not share the same immature lust that the other boys had. What if he... couldn't? No. He had felt something stir the night before, when he had the slender prince beneath him. He would just have to trust in his research and do the best that he could.
When he saw Lucifer slowing down and starting to get droopy, he spoke quietly to his father and the king, asking for permission to carry his bride to the honeymoon suite. The queen eagerly said yes, and Alastor scooped his bride from the seat, kissing his soft cheek.
"Let us retire, my dear. They can continue the feast without us."
"Mmm? Yeah.. it's been a long day. Let's get out of here." He had not yet processed the implications of leaving quite yet.
He didn't notice the approving stares of his family, nor the servant that followed them as they left the banquet hall and traveled to his room. He squirmed out of Alastor's arms, once again eager to be rid of the regalia. He did take care of his crown and the jewelry, setting it on his dresser. The rest of the clothing came off easy, but he stopped undressing once he got to the simple shirt and his boxers. He turned expectantly to Alastor.
It was so nice just to be in a quiet room, away from the looks that Alastor didn't realize for a moment that Lucifer was undressing. He froze, staring, as piece by piece the garments came off, with Lucifer not even seeming to pay his presence any mind. He didn't even attempt to remove anything of his own, too curious to watch.
His gaze was drawn down to the pale thighs, mesmerized by the unbroken canvas, when Lucifer's voice broke through the haze and caused his flustered gaze to flicker back upwards.
"So that's that. We're married... I don't think it's sunk in yet. It kinda just feels like we went through a play or something."
"Hmm? Oh! Yes, we played our parts well, I thought. Are you planning on taking everything off?”
"No, I'm going to get comfortable with a book." Lucifer just turned to look for his book, when two servants entered with a bottle of the finest wine. He paused, his eyebrows raised in confusion. "What is this for?"
"To ease any nerves you might have. You know, it's a big night. You are our last hope!"
"I see... uh, thank you, please don't disturb us further." Lucifer somehow grew more pale than he already was, grabbing the bottle and glasses almost robotically. Once they left, he put the wine and accessories down on the bedside table. He turned to Alastor, nervously fidgeting. "... We can lie, we don't have to do this now. They won't know."
It was simply unbelievable that Lucifer would settle down with a book of all things on their wedding day! But before Alastor could inquire further they were interrupted by the servants bringing wine. Then he saw the reality dawn on Lucifer's face, and it all made sense.
Funny enough, seeing Lucifer start to shake calmed Alastor's nerves. He smiled as he removed his outer layers, down to the undershirt, slipping the suspenders from his shoulders. He crossed the room and paused in front of his trembling bride, then reached for the wine with a smirk.
"Now, now, no need to be so frightened! Here, let's relax and read some of your book, huh?" He poured them both a glass of wine, then settled on the edge of their wedding bed. "Unfortunately, I must remind you that they will start to suspect. It's not uncommon for servants to eavesdrop outside the marriage chambers and tatle to their masters. My father would certainly stoop to such methods."
Lucifer held the glass tightly, swallowing loudly. He looked between it and Alastor several times. He sighed, sipping the glass. He moved a bit closer, standing in front of Alastor, his hooves gently tapping along the floor as he approached. He clearly had no intention of sitting down any time soon.
"We can pretend, I'm good with magic, too. I'm.... not sure, Alastor, I'm... horrifically afraid, I admit."
Alastor stayed still, not wanting to startle Lucifer, but now those creamy thighs were within reach. That same fluttering feeling at the altar returned, along with a genuine curiosity to find out just what it would be like to have that body beneath him. That curiosity settled in his groin, waking up an instinct that Alastor was once certain he had been lacking.
His palm ghosted up the outside of a thigh and settled on a slender hip, then wrapped around to Lucifer's back and pulled them close. Behind him, Alastor's tail thumped on the bed.
"Don't be afraid, little dove. If it makes you feel any better, this is all new to me as well." He took a gulp of the wine and set the glass aside, then pulled Lucifer into a kiss, chaste at first, then pressing in more urgently, licking at Lucifer's lips to make them part. He wanted to know what the wine tasted like when coming from that delicate mouth.
The touch lightly eased his worries. After all, he couldn't deny that he needed attention. Craved it, even. He set the glass aside when Alastor did, returning the kiss with hesitation at first, but he quickly melted into it. Something in him stirred, and he basically leaped into Alastor's lap, wrapping his legs around his waist and clinging to him as if his life depended on it. It sort of did.
The wine was ten times better after being warmed on Lucifer's tongue. It surprised a sound out of Alastor, who wasn't entirely sure what the sound meant. But before he could really analyze it, his lap was filled with a squirming, eager bride, their bodies pressed so close Alastor wasn't sure if there was any room left. He clung to the waist, trying not to topple over. There was no going back from this moment, he would no longer be a peasant's son.
Lucifer broke the kiss just long enough to blurt, "Whatever you do to me, I want you to make me forget that I can see the shadow of someone outside listening to us."
Lucifer's request made him pause, then grin broadly. Gripping the slender waist, he flipped them over, pressing Lucifer's back to the mattress, his weight comfortably settled between their creamy thighs.
"Shall we tell the entire castle? Make them all hear and know that their long-awaited heir is being made this very night?" His palms smoothed up the creamy thighs, surprised at the heat in his middle that was beginning to grow into a roaring flame.
Lucifer grunted as he was pressed into the mattress. He squirmed as his thighs were rubbed, horrifically sensitive to every touch.
"I... yes, I don't want them to doubt anything." He whispered, pulling off the shirt that he had on. He tossed it over the side of the bed. He kissed Alastor almost hungrily, moaning into the kiss. He felt like he might be truly letting himself go, but he had to get through this. He prayed that Alastor would do a good enough job to make it enjoyable.
Having the entire expanse of creamy skin exposed for him added more fuel to the fire. Alastor was glad he had researched how to please a lover, but even without that knowledge he had an instinct for what to do.
"What a treasure I have," he murmured, moving his mouth down the slender neck to lay kisses on the curves. "Tell me what feels good, little dove. I'll do my best..."
"I-I don't know, everything feels good, Alastor." He whimpered, his heart racing. How would he even make it through this if he felt like melting, just from kissing? Somehow, he managed the confidence to make a request. He took one of Alastor's hands, leading it between his legs, pressing it to the damp fabric. "Please..."
Alastor's fingers touched the wet spot curiously, rubbing the flesh beneath and watching how the touching made Lucifer respond.
"Oh my. You are sensitive, aren't you?"
He slipped his hand into the waistband, fingers questing to find the soaking wet entrance. It felt... strange, if he was honest, but the sounds that Lucifer was making more than made up for it. He slipped his fingers inside, curious and watchful on the prince's face, soaking up the reactions.
Oh, my. Lucifer had explored himself in his own time before, but it was so very different when it was someone else, not in his control. He whimpered slightly at the initial intrusion. He tensed up at first instinctively, taking a moment to just breathe, relaxing the tightened muscles.
"Ah.... this is.... Different..."
Alastor’s fingers paused when he felt the muscles of the thighs tighten, but after a moment it relaxed. Alastor removed his hand and examined the slick fluid on the digits, curious about every detail. When he stuck his fingers in his mouth, the taste was strange, but not unpleasant.
"I might have an idea that's more gentle," he offered. He shifted on the bed and pulled on the cloth, removing it down Lucifer's thighs and off their legs entirely. Now he could see and examine everything, and the first thing he did was to dip down and press a kiss to the mound above the slick folds.
Lucifer's hands wandered, finding Alastor's thick hair to run his fingers through, softly pulling on the crimson strands in encouragement. He found the more Alastor explored, the more relaxed he was, every touch no longer electrifying, but still pleasurable, no longer overwhelming.
"Mmm... Alastor... more, more..."
Alastor was glad for his 'research' to give him that guide. He was still playing with the slick folds that were growing even more wet, to his surprise. The enticing smell was drawing him in until he was licking at the swollen flesh, lapping up the slick and pressing his entire mouth to the entrance.
The hands in his hair, roaming around his antlers and ears, were distracting enough that he moaned, his fingers digging into the creamy thighs to pull himself closer, as if he wanted to crawl into his new husband and figure out how he ticked.
"Gods," Lucifer moaned out, his back arching into him. He tossed his head back, leaning into the silken pillows. Every flick of Alastor's tongue drew a gasp or moan from Lucifer, whose expression turned relaxed, an occasional brief smile flickering across his features.
These pleasures weren't so bad. At least it wasn't like a couple of his sisters who had told him they didn't even get enough foreplay.
The sounds emerging from the slender throat, and the slight movements beneath him were a new recipe for Alastor to learn and indulge in. To his surprise, he quite liked it, speeding up or slowing down his tongue in response. That new heat in his core kept rising, making him sweat and his pants uncomfortable. He wiggled his hips to make it better and realized the cause was from an erection he hadn't noticed until now.
He retreated with a wince, shedding the rest of his clothes as quickly as possible.
"I hope this won't hurt," Alastor murmured, laying back down in Lucifer's arms to kiss him thoroughly. "Will you tell me if it does?"
Lucifer ogled the newly exposed body of his new husband. Every inch of him was covered in soft fur. His eyes wandered lower, biting his lip as he took in the sight of Alastor’s cock.
"Is it supposed to hurt? I feel like it wouldn't be so widely regarded if it did..." He reached a hand down to touch Alastor's cock, giving it a few experimental strokes. Interesting.
Alastor's answer was choked off at the first touch to his cock, the sensations surprising him with their intensity. His tail rose and started wagging, showing off the white underside, without any input from him. Eventually he got his tongue to work again.
"I- suppose there's only one way to find out..."
His hand encircled Lucifer's and guided the head of his cock to the slick folds, but he took his time, letting their hands explore each other and this tentative new connection. The moments when the cock nearly pushed inside had the sweat gathering on the back of Alastor's neck.
He kept his gaze steady on Lucifer. "Are you ready?"
"I think so..." Lucifer murmured, guiding him inside without further input. He wanted to have some control over this. He inhaled deeply at the slight pressure, but it wasn't uncomfortable. He reminded himself to relax, which let Alastor's cock slide easily into him. He groaned, moving a hand cup to his face.
"Gods, you're big... but I can handle this, I think."
The heat was exquisite, even if it was all new. Alastor watched carefully to make sure it wasn't too much, or too fast, and that Lucifer was doing well.
He chuckled at the compliment, cupping the soft backside while he pressed himself fully inside.
"Good... you're doing so well... once I know you're OK then we can make the castle envious, yes?" He kissed the beautiful neck, rolling his hips in an experimental way. It felt good, but in a way that made him notice how his partner was feeling. "You look splendid, my dear. Like you belong right here... filled to the brim with me."
"Stop being so cautious, I'm not fragile." Lucifer teased, locking his arms behind Alastor's neck, keeping him close. "I won't let this be like the awkward stories my siblings tell me."He kissed him hungrily, urging him on with a soft press of his heel to his thigh.
"Remember what I said, I need you to make me feel good enough I forget there's someone standing outside."
Perhaps Alastor was being a little too timid. But what else could he do when this was their very first night together? Was he supposed to try to savage them? Most of these questions were simply drowned out by the sheer desperation in the kiss, the pressure on his thigh, and the depth of the want in Lucifer's plea.
"How can I possibly refuse?" Alastor returned the kiss, pressing Lucifer down, his lips and teeth roaming over the available skin and leaving marks in the wake. His tail wagged vehemently, and while he didn't know exactly what to do, his body had urgent instincts that caused his hips to move, thrusting into the warm cunt that felt perfect.
"Oh...." Alastor gasped, dragging his nails against a creamy hip.
"Shit..." Lucifer covered his mouth instinctively, muffling his cursing and moaning. He moved his hands to his sides, dragging his claws over the smooth fur. How could he beg for more without sounding ridiculous? He leaned his head back into the pillows, letting his moans out freely.
"Alastor, Gods you feel so good..."
"That's it... let them hear it. Let me hear it."
It took a few experimental thrusts, but once Alastor had the rhythm he was gripping the hips and slamming in harder, chasing more of the delicious sounds from Lucifer's throat. He pushed the knees back, exposing more of the pink flesh, amazed at just how limber the other man was.
"How long until you break, hmm? I wonder how many times I can make you cum?"
Lucifer's tail appeared, quickly wrapping around Alastor's thigh, as if it would keep him close forever. The new pose he was pushed into offered another angle to be stimulated.
"Oh- right there, that feels perfect-" He keened, moving his hips slightly with Alastor's.
Outside, the servant attending the door left, clearly no longer needed.
Alastor was grateful for Lucifer's guidance, as he was finding it increasingly difficult to focus on their pleasure only when he was being assaulted by the tightening, coiling sensations that threatened to overwhelm him. He bent to kiss Lucifer again, looking for a way to ground himself while he thrusted harder, aiming his cock to that spot that had the other man writhing.
"Ah- you're so perfect... I don't think... I shall last long... with how tight you're squeezing me..."
Alastor thrusting his cock hard against that sensitive spot turned Lucifer into an absolute mess. His moans came louder and much more often, his face flushed as the heat between his legs threatened to undo him.
One good thrust in the right spot did, though. He gasped, his whole body tensing up, his voice seized from him. His back arched and his hooves kicked, gripping Alastor like his life depended on it. Once he found his voice again, it was just a step below an absolute scream in ecstasy, littered with curses.
It definitely echoed through the halls of the castle.
Alastor's ears were ringing with the sound of Lucifer's climax, but he could barely register it before a punch of heat in his gut had him in a grip. He stifled his own cry, even biting into his lip until it bled, shocked at his own release that left him shaking and panting.
Well. That was interesting. A far better experience than his own clumsy solo attempts. He lifted his head to check on Lucifer.
"I think they heard you.”
Lucifer breathed heavily and shakily, trying to catch his breath. Once he was able to speak again, he managed a breathy laugh.
"You think so...?" He joked, kissing at whatever he could reach, wiping the blood from his lip.
"....Again? But differently...?"
The soft mouth on his skin, his bleeding lip, and the splash of red on Lucifer's mouth was somehow soothing, bringing Alastor's consciousness back down to earth.
"Again?" He winced as he shifted, his spent cock retreating and spilling drops of creamy fluid onto the sheets beneath them. He managed to sit back against the headboard, braced by pillows, and pulled at Lucifer to settle them on his lap. "I can certainly try, my dear. You'll need to give me a minute to be ready."
Surprisingly, he still wanted more kisses, his hands roaming across Lucifer's back, settling on the round ass and squeezing.
"Mmm, okay." Lucifer kissed him affectionately, tail swishing happily. He paused to spread himself open, ogling at the cum-soaked orifice. It was strangely arousing. He slid a finger inside, taking it out and tasting it. "...Mmm, that's interesting."
Something glitched inside of Alastor's brain as he watched Lucifer's pink lips surround the digit and suck on it.
"Fuck..." Alastor chased the digit, wanting to taste his own seed in Lucifer's mouth. It was so disgustingly dirty, yet intimate in knowing this was the only person who would ever get to know the taste. His fingers pushed inside the cunt once more, feeling how his seed had made it slippery.
"I'm not done filling you for the night..."
"We do have a lineage to continue." Lucifer moved his hips slightly, pressing against Alastor's hand. He wasn't quite ready for round 2, but he found the friction tantalizing nonetheless. "Mmm.. does every round increase our chances, you think?”
"Only one way to find out," Alastor murmured, then latched his teeth onto Lucifer's throat and sucked a mark onto the perfect skin. "We had better make sure it takes."
Once he had one mark on the neck he moved on to the shoulder, then down to the pale chest, leaving a trail of circular marks that darkened over time. Lucifer groaned, letting Alastor mark him freely with no resistance. He reached down to take Alastor's cock in hand, gently stroking it, waiting impatiently for him to get hard again.
"Can we do it differently next? Me sitting in your lap..?”
Alastor grunted softly as the touch renewed the interest in his cock. What spell was Lucifer working on him to make his usually dormant libido awaken and take interest? He wanted back into the warm body, his fingers slipping out of the sloppy cunt to make room.
"You can take whatever you wish from me," he said, kissing underneath Lucifer's jaw. "Stay on my cock all night long..."
"Mmm... okay." Lucifer sat up slightly, using his hand to guide him back inside. He moaned out, slowly sinking onto Alastor's cock until he bottomed out. He took a moment to adjust again, resting his hands on Alastor's shoulders, leaning his head into the soft fur of his chest.
Returning to the warm cunt was a melody that sang in Alastor's ear. He groaned shamelessly, rocking his hips ever so slightly, highly sensitive to every twitch of Lucifer's body that clenched around his length. It was wetter this time, and he was determined to send another load of seed into the womb to take root.
"I hope I am... not disappointing you so far," Alastor hummed, tracing circles and patterns up and down Lucifer's spine.
"No, you're doing great. It's new for both of us... " Lucifer kissed him softly, starting to slowly lift himself up before letting himself fall back down on his cock. He clung to him, whining and moaning with every slight drop back onto him.
With the reins firmly in Lucifer's hands, Alastor was able to take in more details. How Lucifer's voice shuddered and warbled, the air rushing from his lungs in small bursts. He tasted the sweat of their skin, licking the salt from the curves that pulsed with the veins from beneath.
Was sex always this good? Or was it just Lucifer?
"You sound like... you are enjoying yourself," Alastor groaned. He lifted the waist, feeling the need to assist, and pushed his hips up to meet the warm cunt on the way down, adding a bit of force that made him see stars.
"You talk too much. Shut up and fuck me." Lucifer kissed him hard, muffling any more words that might come from Alastor. He increased his pace, panting into the kiss, which turned sloppy until it couldn't be held anymore. No matter, he'd proven his point enough. He looked Alastor in the eyes, clinging to him, his claws digging into him and leaving crimson trails on his upper back and shoulders.
The command had made Alastor laugh, the sound dissolving into more grunts and moans that were swallowed by Lucifer's mouth. It was shockingly easy to drown in the sensations, gripping the hips and helping them rise and fall. Just staring into the depth of those beautiful eyes added fuel to the fire that threatened to consume him.
"Fuck... you're perfect... so good... taking me so well..." He almost felt a little foolish, unable to speak in complete sentences. But his grip tightened, his control wavering, the need to slam his cock inside as hard as he could beginning to take over.
Lucifer became almost desperate as the heat in him built up. He wanted relief, to feel the hot seed flooding in him again. He rocked his hips against Alastor, desperately craving the friction, for pleasure. He found the angle he craved, moaning and rutting into him.
He suddenly tightened around him, throwing his head back and crying out, half to Alastor, half to whatever God would hear him. He crashed back onto him, trembling, almost sobbing.
The tension snapped while Lucifer was in the midst of his climax, breaking Alastor and shattering him upon the rocks. He pressed his face against the strained neck, hiding the emotions that must be plain, the vulnerability causing him to struggle with himself, resisting the impossible.
It wasn't until he was aware of how his shuddering breaths matched Lucifer's that he realized he had flooded Lucifer's womb once more, the relief of their shared release loosening all his muscles in a heap.
"That... should be enough... for one night," he hummed, kissing the sweaty forehead.
Lucifer nodded his agreement, resting his full weight on Alastor, closing his eyes and trying to catch his breath. He rested a hand below his navel, feeling the slight bulge of his filled womb. If he was fertile, they'd both done their jobs.
After resting for a little while, Alastor eventually managed to peel his bride off of him and settle him down gingerly on the bed.
"I will call for some hot water to be brought for a bath," he murmured. "Stay here and rest."
He pulled on a robe to cover himself and closed the curtains on the bed posts to provide Lucifer with some privacy while he rang the bell and summoned some servants. It still felt strange to wait for others to perform a task that he could easily do himself. But his bride was a prince, and deserved all of the attention and luxury. The bath was in an adjoining room meant for washing up, and when the servants had filled the tub and retreated, Alastor returned to the bed to fetch Lucifer.
"Mm... can it wait?" Lucifer groaned. He didn't move an inch from where he'd been put down, curled up in a ball. "I can't feel my legs..."
He dramatically groaned and turned the other way, pulling the blankets over him. He felt like a puddle of jelly, every inch of him aching, spent from using muscles he didn't normally use.Alastor chuckled at the mess his bride was in, carefully scooping them up in his arms and heading towards the bathroom.
"Not to worry, I will handle everything. You will feel much better after you're cleaned, and then we can sleep it off."
They were already naked, so he stepped into the tub and lowered himself with Lucifer into the water.Lucifer sighed in relief the moment he was submerged in the hot water. It soothed his aching muscles. He looked at Alastor briefly.
A small conjuration spell shouldn't key him in on his secrets. He conjured new glasses of wine for them, already filled with no need for a bottle. He handed one to him, raising his glass.
"A toast to our future."
Alastor noticed the magic and smiled, thanking his bride with a kiss to the forehead.
"An excellent idea. You'll have the keys to the entire kingdom in no time." He tipped his glass back and drank, then set it aside so he could work on cleaning them. "We should stay in tomorrow. Read by the fireside. We are supposed to be in isolation for our honeymoon anyway."
"Mmm, yes. Thankfully that means no one will bother us for some time." Lucifer relaxed, leaning against Alastor, quietly sipping at his wine.
What were the next steps? All of these events at once, then, at least for Lucifer, all that he had to do was wait and hope that they had consummated successfully. He had no political responsibilities like the rest of his siblings.
When they were clean and the glasses were empty, Alastor once more lifted Lucifer from the tub and dried them both with fluffy towels. Then he carried his bride back to bed and settled in next to him. He did not miss the messy spots on the sheets, but he shifted them both over to the clean parts of the bed.
Lucifer didn't seem interested in the snuggling aspect. He gave them a bit of space, staying mostly to one side of the bed. He'd been touched enough today, and going from no touch to all of the touching was quite overwhelming. He gave him a quick kiss, still, then got comfortable, dozing off quickly into a deep slumber.
"I look forward to our future together," he murmured, giving Lucifer's brow a kiss. "Goodnight, my dear."