𝐇𝐇 𝐒𝐇𝐈𝐏𝐏𝐄𝐑𝐒 𝐆𝐔𝐈𝐃𝐄 - Hazbin Hotel

drink me, fill me never ever leave me..

here is some insporation

Heat cycles always show up at the wrong time, however, to have a king in heat and a rutting demon at the same time is even worse timing. How will Alastor and Lucifer handle their cycles hitting at the same time?

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Lucifer had a problem.

The extermination was cancelled 3 weeks ago. Things were finally starting to settle down, following the death of Sir Pentious, Cherri Bomb had decided to take up residence at the Hotel in honor of her fallen comrade.

Everyone minus Alastor, who had retired earlier that night with complaints of feeling unwell, was gathered in the bar area having some celebratory drinks to both honor Pentious and welcome Cherri into the fold when it hit him. At first, he simply thought the room was hot due to everyone being gathered together, that kind of stuff happens right?

...Right?

But as heat filled Lucifer's entire body from the top of his head to the tips of his toes, he knew that it was something else. It felt like liquid hellfire was coursing through his veins, burning him from the inside out.

The fallen angels worst fear was confirmed when a warm liquid started to dribble down his thigh, that dreaded time had come. He was in heat.

Fuck.

Why did one of the "fun" perks of his angel heritage have to rear its ugly head now? His kind obviously believed in the sanctity of marriage; one way to ensure that the bond between spouses was never broken was to have them mate for life. Regardless of gender, all angels would enter a heat and when they found a partner, simple mark was used to claim them. It was sacred amongst the seraphim, a small bite at the nape of the neck to prove that you were devoted in both the Lord and your partner through your union.

Too bad his missing wife didn't have that view.

Lilith had refused to mark Lucifer. She rejected anything related to the angels after they were cast down to Hell. Every heat, his bride would help him through it, but never bit him. For the first few millennia, it was pure torture. To have someone he adored buried deep inside of him, crying, begging for them to claim him. Only to be denied and tossed away.

A small whimper tried to escape his lips that was quickly swallowed down. He knew that making a scene of out it would just cause stress to his daughter and her friends. The only one who could maybe understand him is Vaggie, but she's still so young for an angel. He doubted that she even experienced the cruel agony of heat yet.

Taking a deep breath, Lucifer put on a brave face and suffered in silence as the heat coursed through him. Charlie was in the middle of a speech, congratulating everyone on their victory and welcoming Cherri to her new home. Everyone cheered loudly and raised their glasses, clinking them loudly before drinking them down.

The distressed king finished his own with a grimace and a slight wince. He released a small cough as burning liquid slid down his throat. The action caused more slick to leak out, further dampening his thighs. Lucifer knew there was no way he could make it through the night, at least not before his instincts fully took over. He needed to get back to his room and take care of it before it got out of hand.