Bab 9: Day 9 - Blood Play/Knife Play (Alastor/Lucifer)
Day 9 - Blood Play/Knife Play (Alastor/Lucifer)
The room was bathed in a dim, eerie glow, shadows flickering across the walls as Alastor adjusted his cufflinks, his ever-present grin stretching across his face. Lucifer stood in front of him, a smirk tugging at the corner of his lips, his eyes gleaming with mischief and challenge. The tension between them crackled in the air, thick and electric. This wasn't just a casual evening—it was a performance, a game where both players were well aware of the stakes.
"Well now, Lucifer," Alastor's voice oozed charm as he stepped forward, his polished shoes tapping lightly on the floor. "I do believe we've delayed the inevitable long enough. Shall we get to the main event?"
Lucifer's eyes narrowed, a spark of amusement flickering in the molten gold of his irises. "You always did love theatrics, Alastor," he drawled, his voice a smooth, confident purr. "But then again, I suppose that's what makes this so fun."
Alastor chuckled, the sound echoing like an old radio broadcast. "Oh, darling, you've no idea just how fun it's about to get." He leaned in closer, his crimson eyes locking onto Lucifer's as his gloved fingers ghosted over the collar of Lucifer's crisp white suit. "Now, let's not keep our audience waiting."
Lucifer raised an eyebrow, his wings twitching beneath his coat, but he didn't resist as Alastor's hands slowly began to undress him, peeling away layers of pristine fabric. Alastor's movements were deliberate, almost reverent, as he unbuttoned Lucifer's coat and slid it from his shoulders, leaving the fallen angel's upper body exposed.
"Mm, what a sight," Alastor murmured, his gaze flicking over the smooth, pale skin of Lucifer's chest, the faint glow of his celestial veins visible just beneath the surface. "You do make quite the canvas, my dear."
Lucifer's smirk widened, his sharp teeth glinting in the low light. "If you're going to admire me all night, Alastor, I'll get bored. Or is that your plan? Talk me to death?"
Alastor's grin sharpened, his eyes gleaming with amusement. "Patience, Lucifer. All good things come to those who wait." His hand slipped into his coat pocket, and in an instant, the gleam of a silver knife—a blade forged from angelic steel—caught the light. Alastor twirled it between his fingers, his smile never faltering as he held it up for Lucifer to see.
Lucifer's eyes flicked to the blade, his pulse quickening, but his smirk never faltered. "You're bringing out the angelic steel? I'm flattered. Didn't know you cared so much."
"Oh, but I do," Alastor replied, his voice sweet and dangerous as he pressed the flat of the blade against Lucifer's chest, the cold metal sending a shiver through his skin. "You deserve nothing but the best."
With a quick flick of his wrist, Alastor dragged the blade down Lucifer's chest, carving a shallow line that gleamed gold as Lucifer's celestial blood welled up. The fallen angel hissed softly, the pain sharp but fleeting, his eyes gleaming with both challenge and arousal.
"Careful, Alastor," Lucifer murmured, his voice low and teasing. "Cut too deep, and I might actually enjoy it."
Alastor laughed, the sound rich and full of dark amusement. "I'm counting on it." He leaned in closer, his lips brushing against Lucifer's ear as he whispered, "But don't worry. I know exactly where to draw the line."
Lucifer's wings twitched, a soft flutter of movement as Alastor dipped his fingers into the glowing gold blood pooling on his chest. Alastor's eyes glinted with something darker as he brought his fingers to his lips, tasting the blood with deliberate slowness.
"Exquisite," Alastor murmured, his voice taking on a dangerous edge. "So pure, so divine. It's almost enough to make me feel sorry for what comes next."
Lucifer's smirk never wavered, though his breath came in shorter, sharper bursts as he felt the weight of Alastor's words. "Sorry? Now that's rich, coming from you."
"Oh, I'll show you just how sorry I am," Alastor purred, his smile growing wider, more sinister. He discarded the knife with a casual flick of his wrist, the blade clattering to the floor as he wrapped one arm around Lucifer's waist, pulling him flush against his own body.
Lucifer's sharp eyes gleamed with amusement, his wings fanning out behind him as he let Alastor take control. He wasn't one to yield easily, but there was a certain thrill in giving in to Alastor's carefully controlled madness. He knew what was coming next, and the anticipation only heightened the tension between them.
"You always did have a flair for the dramatic," Lucifer murmured, his breath warm against Alastor's neck.
"And you always did enjoy the show," Alastor replied smoothly, his voice a low purr as his hands slid lower, unfastening Lucifer's trousers with practiced ease.
Lucifer's pulse quickened as Alastor's fingers grazed his cock, teasing him with light, barely-there touches that sent shivers down his spine. The fallen angel let out a low growl, his hips shifting forward as if seeking more, but Alastor only chuckled, his grip tightening around Lucifer's waist.
"Eager, are we?" Alastor teased, his voice full of mock sympathy. "But I'm afraid you'll have to wait just a little longer."
Lucifer's eyes narrowed, a hint of frustration flickering in his gaze. "Don't play games, Alastor," he growled. "If you're going to take me, then do it. Or are you just all talk?"
Alastor's grin widened, his sharp teeth glinting in the dim light. "Oh, darling," he purred, his voice dripping with amusement. "You'll regret that challenge."
With a swift, fluid motion, Alastor turned Lucifer around, pressing him against the wall as his hands moved with deliberate slowness, guiding him into position. Lucifer's wings flared out behind him, the tension in his muscles palpable as he braced himself for what was to come.
Alastor's fingers slid lower, pressing against the tight ring of muscle at Lucifer's entrance. "This is going to hurt, you know," Alastor said softly, his voice full of dark promise. "But I think you'll like it."
Lucifer's breath hitched, his eyes half-lidded with anticipation as he smirked over his shoulder. "I've survived worse."
Alastor's grin stretched impossibly wide as he pushed forward, his cock sinking into Lucifer's tight heat. The sensation was overwhelming—pain mixed with pleasure, sharp and all-consuming as Lucifer's body adjusted to the intrusion. His wings twitched, his breath coming in short, ragged gasps as Alastor's hips pressed flush against his own, burying himself to the hilt.
"See?" Alastor purred, his voice a low, sinister whisper as he leaned over Lucifer's shoulder. "Told you I don't disappoint."
Lucifer let out a low, guttural growl, his fingers curling into fists against the wall as he arched his back, pushing back against Alastor's relentless thrusts. The pain was sharp, yes, but it only heightened the pleasure, sending a jolt of heat coursing through his veins with every movement.
"Shut up and fuck me," Lucifer growled, his voice thick with desire as his wings trembled behind him.
Alastor's grin widened, his eyes gleaming with amusement. "As you wish, your Highness."
With that, Alastor's hips slammed forward, burying himself deeper into Lucifer's tight heat. The force of the thrust sent a jolt of pleasure and pain through Lucifer's body, his breath catching in his throat as he braced himself against the wall. His wings flared out, trembling with the intensity of the sensation as Alastor set a punishing pace, each thrust harder and deeper than the last.
Lucifer's sharp teeth bared in a snarl, his breath coming in short, ragged gasps as he pushed back against Alastor's relentless rhythm. Every movement was a perfect mix of torment and bliss, the sharp sting of pain only amplifying the pleasure that coursed through his veins. His body tightened around Alastor's cock, drawing a low growl of approval from the Radio Demon.
"Is this what you wanted, Lucifer?" Alastor purred, his voice dripping with dark satisfaction as he leaned in closer, his breath warm against Lucifer's ear. "To be taken like this? To feel me inside you, stretching you open?"
Lucifer let out a low, guttural growl in response, his fingers curling into fists against the wall as his body arched, seeking more. "You think you're the first to try and break me, Alastor?" he growled, his voice thick with defiance and arousal. "It's going to take more than this."
Alastor chuckled darkly, his grip on Lucifer's hips tightening as he thrust harder, driving himself deeper into the fallen angel's body. "Oh, I don't need to break you," he whispered, his voice smooth and sinister. "Just make you remember who's in charge."
Lucifer's wings trembled, his breath hitching as the intensity of Alastor's thrusts drove him closer and closer to the edge. The pain from the earlier cuts mingled with the pleasure that ripped through him, golden blood still dripping down his chest, leaving a shimmering trail on his pale skin. Every sharp movement sent another wave of heat coursing through his body, his muscles clenching around Alastor with every thrust.
"You always were one for theatrics," Lucifer growled, his voice tight with effort as he tried to maintain control, even as his body betrayed him. "But don't flatter yourself, Alastor. I'm not yours yet."
Alastor's grin widened, his eyes gleaming with dark amusement as he leaned in even closer, his lips brushing lightly against the shell of Lucifer's ear. "Not yet," he whispered, his voice full of promise. "But you will be."
With one hand, Alastor reached around to grip Lucifer's cock, his fingers wrapping around the hard length with practiced ease. He stroked him slowly at first, teasing, his thumb brushing over the tip with just enough pressure to send a shiver of pleasure down Lucifer's spine.
Lucifer's breath hitched, his hips jerking involuntarily as Alastor's touch sent sparks of sensation coursing through him. His body was on fire, every nerve alight with a mix of pleasure and pain as Alastor's fingers worked him over, matching the relentless rhythm of his thrusts.
"You're close, aren't you?" Alastor purred, his voice dripping with smug satisfaction as he felt Lucifer's body tremble beneath his touch. "I can feel it, Lucifer. You're right on the edge."
Lucifer's breath came in ragged gasps, his body trembling with the intensity of it all. He could feel the pressure building inside him, the tension coiling tighter and tighter with every stroke of Alastor's hand, every thrust of his hips. His wings fluttered restlessly, his muscles tensing as he fought to hold on, to maintain control, but it was a losing battle.
"Let go, Lucifer," Alastor whispered, his voice smooth and commanding as he pressed a kiss to the back of Lucifer's neck. "Give in. You know you want to."
Lucifer's sharp teeth clenched, his body trembling as the tension inside him reached its breaking point. He could feel himself spiraling, the pleasure overwhelming, threatening to consume him completely. His wings flared out, his breath coming in short, desperate gasps as Alastor's hand tightened around his cock, stroking him faster, harder.
And then, with one final, brutal thrust, Lucifer shattered.
His body convulsed, his wings trembling violently as his orgasm ripped through him, a low, guttural growl escaping his lips as he came, hard, into Alastor's hand. The pleasure was blinding, overwhelming, his muscles clenching around Alastor's cock as he rode out the waves of his release, his entire body shaking with the intensity of it.
Alastor's breath hitched, a low, satisfied growl rumbling in his chest as he felt Lucifer tighten around him, the sensation driving him over the edge. With one last, powerful thrust, Alastor buried himself deep inside Lucifer, his own release crashing over him in a wave of dark pleasure.
For a moment, the room was filled with nothing but the sound of their ragged breathing, the aftermath of their shared release leaving them both trembling and spent. Alastor's hands slowly loosened their grip on Lucifer's hips, his body still pressed close against the fallen angel's as they both tried to catch their breath.
Lucifer's wings slowly lowered, his breath coming in short, shaky bursts as he leaned heavily against the wall, his body still trembling from the intensity of his orgasm. His golden blood, now drying, glinted faintly in the dim light, a testament to the brutal pleasure they had shared.
Alastor finally pulled back, a satisfied grin stretching across his face as he stepped away, adjusting his cuffs with his usual flair. "Well now," he said, his voice dripping with amusement. "I'd say that was quite the performance."
Lucifer, still catching his breath, turned his head slightly to look over his shoulder at Alastor, a smirk playing at the corner of his lips. "Don't get too comfortable," he said, his voice still rough from the exertion. "Next time, I'm taking control."
Alastor chuckled, his crimson eyes gleaming with dark delight. "Oh, Lucifer," he said, his smile never faltering. "That'll never happen."
Status Power Mingguan
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Power 
-- Power
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