♡~Deal With The Devil~♡

♡~More~♡ ❤️‍🔥💞

As Alastor sat in the dim light of the bar, he began to feel the weight of the situation settle over him like a thick fog. The initial fear that had gripped him was slowly being replaced by a surprising thrill. Each passing moment with Lucifer felt electric, charged with an intensity that he couldn't quite name.

He watched Lucifer's eyes, glimmering with mischief and something more-something deeper that made Alastor's heart skip a beat. There was an inherent danger in being around Lucifer, a raw edge that made his pulse race, and yet, strangely, he found himself drawn to it. The way Lucifer was rough with him in bed and sweet with him in public and even the teasing in the hotel. It was exhilarating, and the thrill of the unknown had an undeniable charm.

Alastor's breath quickened, realizing that he was beginning to enjoy these encounters more than he initially thought possible. He liked the playful banter, the push and pull, the way Lucifer challenged him. It was reckless, but he craved the excitement it brought.

As he leaned back in his chair, a small, contemplative smile crept onto his face. He was beginning to understand: this was more than just a game; it was a dangerous dance, with the Devil he felt alive. He wanted to show Lucifer just how much he loved the thrill of their nights together.

As night descended upon the hotel, Alastor's anticipation bubbled within him like a hot spring eager to burst forth. As he prepared to see Lucifer again. Each moment spent waiting heightening the tension, he could hardly contain his glee. These nights had become intoxicating, an escape from the ordinary.

Suddenly, a rattle at the door broke Alastor from his thoughts. A glimmering snake slid through the opening, its scales shimmering in the low light of the room. Alastor gasped, recognizing it as one of Lucifer's pets. The snake wove confidently into his space, a small bag clasped delicately in its mouth, accompanied by a folded note that fell to the ground as it slithered closer.

Curiosity piqued, Alastor picked up the note and unfolded it, his heart racing as he read the elegant script within.

"Bambi... Tonight we're going to the Lust Ring... wear the outfit in the bag~"

His breath caught in his throat. A rush of emotions flooded over him-shock mingled with exhilaration. The Lust Ring was infamous for its decadent revelry and wild energy, and the very thought of stepping into such a place with Lucifer sent electric shivers down his spine.

With trembling hands, Alastor glanced at the bag, feeling a mixture of nerves and thrill. What kind of outfit awaited him? He was eager to find out, his heartbeat quickening in anticipation. He set the note down and reached for the bag, feeling the material beneath his fingers as he unzipped it.

The outfit was unlike anything he had worn before-It was a normal deep crimson, red suit but there was also a black with yellow/gold strips and highlight Lingerie accents that would catch the light in just the right way. The thought of showcasing this attire for Lucifer made his heart race even faster.

He was embarrassed by the style but sighed and went to go change. He slipped into the outfit, the fabric hugging him perfectly and even realizing his fluffy Crimson tail. He checked himself in the mirror, blushing like hell as he looked at his tail being shown.

As Alastor finished adjusting the last piece, he caught a glimmer of his reflection-his eyes sparkled with mischief and excitement. There was no denying it; he could hardly wait to see Lucifer's reaction while putting his hair up in a ponytail.

Stepping into the hall, Alastor felt a rush of newfound confidence. He navigated through the dimly lit hotel toward the meeting place, each step echoing with his eagerness. The atmosphere felt charged with energy, luckily everyone was alsleep or at least in there rooms that they wouldn't see Alastor all dressed up.