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‘To the esteemed Overlord Vox,

Your presence has been requested within the Morningstar palace before Lucifer and Alastor Morningstar. This is strictly a private affair and must be kept under wraps. Please arrive at six pm on Thursday, and it’s suggested you wear something casual.

See you then.’

Vox closed the summons, a shark-like grin plastered over his screen. To have his presence requested in front of the royal couple was a high honor, but receiving such an ask had been expected. In fact, Vox was quite surprised it hadn’t come sooner.

The Morningstar couple were a notoriously private pair, keeping their personal lives to themselves in between public appearances and discourse with the overlords. Despite their tight-lipped nature, they were undoubtedly Hell’s hottest pair, and everyone yearned for a piece of two of Pride’s most coveted powerhouse couple.

The television demon was no exception, though he was partial to one particular half of the pair. When Alastor had finally promised himself to Lucifer a few years prior, Vox had been sure that his chance with him was forfeit. Even now, he regretted not speaking up at the wedding, despite the likelihood of such a stunt getting him executed having been incredibly high. Alastor, as deceitful and cunning as he may be, appeared incredibly loyal to his now husband. Their union was a death sentence to Vox’s hopes of taking what he’d longed for for decades.

If Vox was one thing, though, he was inventive. He wasn’t going to let something as trifling as marriage get in the way of his pursuit of Alastor. He had no intention of taking Alastor away by any means — having that long-sought taste of him was the ultimate goal. Would it be nice to have Alastor completely? Of course, but actually taking Alastor from Lucifer was liable to get him smited.

Though Alastor was whom Vox coveted, Lucifer was certainly not bad, either. Aside from being the literal king of all the seven rings, he was undoubtedly the most enticing creature in all of Hell. With his short stature and lithe-looking figure, Vox certainly wouldn’t mind taking a bite of that apple. He would love to sink himself into the embodiment of temptation just to have a taste. So, Vox went into his plan with the aim of capturing two lovers on his arm, and with his particular talents, he was sure to get his prizes. 

Lucifer didn’t watch TV, but he was active on social media, and that was all Vox needed. Gradually, over the course of a few months, he began introducing subliminal, hypnotic messages into Lucifer’s feed. They started off simple, initially enticing Lucifer with the idea of adding a third to his sexual relationship. Once Vox was sure the idea was planted, the messages became about him, advertising himself at that potential third and subliminally boasting his sexual prowess. The goal was to get the idea of a threesome through the door before making Vox the demon Lucifer was seeking. Incredibly risky if caught, but far more rewarding if not.

As for Alastor, some flashes of Vox’s hypnotic eye and subliminal messages during overlord meetings should have been enough to get the suggestion implanted. He doubted much more was needed, as Alastor had always been a bit of a tease around him. He had a habit of feigning interest while never giving anything up, but Vox knew some of his feelings were more genuine. It helped that they’d settled their differences a few years back. All he needed to do was tap into him to get what he wanted, and Lucifer’s persuasion would be a big factor in bringing Alastor onto his lap.

Lucifer was a tough nut to crack, but Vox kept at it, and after months of tailoring Lucifer’s feed with his hypnotic messages, he got the summons. Now he was on his way to fuck the royal couple, and it was going to be amazing.

Vox was now outside of the Morningstar palace, dressed casually in a yellow sweater and light coat, ready to have the best night of his life. He knocked firmly on the double doors, not bothering to stifle the smug grin on his screen as the entrance opened to reveal Alastor.

“Ah, Vox. Come in, old pal,” he encouraged, opening the door for his friend and ushering him in. “Let me take your coat.”

Vox quirked a brow as he handed it over. “Don’t you have servants for this kind of thing?”

“We’ve given them the day off,” Alastor replied, hanging the coat up. 

Vox was the picture of smugness. “Damn, I wonder why.” His eyes slid over Alastor’s profile. The deer was dressed in his usual attire, sans the overcoat and chest harness. Not exactly casual, but Alastor was always uptight. Vox couldn’t help but notice the tuft of fur sticking out just above Alastor’s ass — a tail, and one Vox had to exercise inhuman restraint not to tug. Alastor’s hooves were also on display, two beauties Vox had always imagined playing with his dick.

A glint of light off of Alastor’s hand reminded him of the golden band the deer bore on his finger. Jealousy sparked in his chest. Lucifer was one lucky bastard, but Vox was about to fuck the both of them, so he supposed he was getting his proper dues. 

“Where’s the husband?” Vox inquired, having thought that Lucifer would be greeting him at the door, too. Perhaps he was already getting prepared in the bedroom.

“The throne room,” Alastor answered, dashing Vox’s hopes. He gestured for the TV to follow as he left the entrance hall to head elsewhere. Vox was initially distracted by Alastor’s slutty little hip sway and the enticing wiggle of his tail, but he swiftly got all his circuits in order and followed after the deer with a broad grin.

They entered a massive hall carved out in pristine white. Gold and red engravings detailed the pillars that stood on either end of the red carpet that led up to the two thrones belonging to the royal couple. One was red and had a very art-deco style to it with a pair of antlers branching out from the crown; Alastor’s, obviously. The other was black, winged, and currently occupied.

Lucifer sat quietly on his throne while he waited for Alastor to bring Vox into the room. His legs stayed relaxed and slightly spread, with his lap ready for Alastor to return to. Alastor had his own throne, but they both preferred when Alastor came and sat in his lap. 

As Vox entered, the king analyzed him with a blank expression. Lucifer knew that Vox was coming here with the belief that he’d be the one in control, but he would soon learn his place in all this.

Vox approached the thrones, a little annoyed that his majestys thought it necessary to give him the full royal treatment. They were just supposed to fuck. What the hell was all this fanfare about?

Alastor walked up to the thrones, and instead of sitting in his own personalized seat, he instead placed himself on Lucifer’s lap. Vox was a little surprised, watching as Alastor peppered his husband with little kisses. He’d always sort of thought this was something Lucifer would do, not the other way around. Even the way he was gazing at Lucifer gave Vox pause. The deer was admiring his partner as though he’d hung the stars. It had the tabloid-producing Vox wondering about the finer details of their relationship, but he quickly tossed those curiosities aside. He’d come to fuck the two of them, and that’s what he planned to do. 

“Greetings, Your Majesty,” he greeted with a nonchalant wave. “You called?”

Lucifer kept a hand on Alastor’s lower back, rubbing it gently. He always found it to be adorable when Alastor was sweet and cuddly. “Good boy,” he murmured to Alastor, before drawing his attention back to Vox. “I summoned you,” he confirmed. Lucifer’s expression showed that he wasn’t pleased. Vox had been welcomed into his home, and he wasn’t even kneeling. That didn’t sit right with him.

With a bit of magic, Lucifer had two lines of heavenly rope reaching out of the ground and grabbing Vox by the arms, yanking him down into a kneeling position. “It’s rude not to kneel when presented with royalty.” This was the first of many lessons Vox would need to learn.

Vox shouted in surprise as his knees were brought to the floor. He fell forward onto his hands, positioned in a full on bow to his king. Looking up at Lucifer, he would have growled in annoyance if it weren’t for his surprise.

Lucifer didn’t address that any further, leaving Vox on his knees for now. “I’ll get straight to the point, Vox. Alastor and I have called you here because we want to offer for you to have sex with us.” Things would not be traditional in the way Vox was imagining, so Lucifer went on to explain. “Though, things are going to be special. It’s probably not what you’re imagining. You see, me and Alastor have a particular way we like to go about things in the bedroom. I take control of things, and he submits to me.” Their dynamic was already shown by how Alastor sat in his lap like the good boy he was, happy to please Lucifer however he’d like.

“We’d like for you to join in as our third. If you agree, you’ll be submitting to me and I’ll be the one calling the shots.” Lucifer might even let Alastor take control with Vox if he’d like. He’d be there to make sure Alastor was okay throughout it, so he was fine with it. “We can talk about any hard boundaries you have, but otherwise, I’ll be the one controlling things when the three of us have fun together.”

Lucifer looked over to Alastor, making sure his husband was okay with everything he was saying. They’d spoken about this plenty before making this decision, but he still wanted to make sure that Alastor wasn’t having second thoughts. If he felt like Alastor wasn’t comfortable anymore, he’d call this off immediately.

Alastor seemed to still be content, so Lucifer looked back to Vox. His hand continued rubbing Alastor’s back to keep him from drifting off too far into his submission.

Vox looked between the two, wondering if they were actually serious about this. With his knees locked to the ground and Alastor sitting so prettily in Lucifer’s lap, however, it dawned on him that they weren’t bluffing. 

It was startling to see this type of dynamic between the royal couple. Whenever they presented themselves in public, they treated each other as equals, even if Alastor’s power was infinitely weaker than the king’s. Before the masses and in social events at the palace, Alastor did a good chunk of the yapping, occasionally even making jabs at his husband while doing a majority of the social interaction. The Alastor he knew was headstrong and would never give an inch for any overlord. Now he was supposed to believe that they had, what, a dom/sub relationship where the domineering and boastful Alastor submitted to his husband regularly? 

Yet, when he looked at Alastor, the deer sat so prettily on Lucifer’s lap that he looked like he belonged there. He was the picture of comfort, and it left Vox with the question of just how often his throne was actually used.

Alastor should be sitting on his lap like that. Lucifer, too. This wasn’t how things were supposed to go. He’d made a tragic misstep in his hypnotism because he’d thought that Lucifer was already a submissive. It appeared he was dead wrong on that front, and now they expected him to submit to Lucifer, too. Yeah, that wasn’t happening. Vox had never been a bottom in his life, even despite Val’s insistence. He’d come here to fuck Alastor and Lucifer, not be fucked.

Yet, there was a deep curiosity that lurked beneath the surface, one that wanted to know just what the king could offer him. He almost wanted to ask for more details, but his pride won out and he dove straight into a refusal.

“Yeah, I think I’ll head out in that case,” he announced. “In case you weren’t aware, I’m an overlord. I don’t submit.”

Alastor’s smile waned and he looked over at Lucifer. “My King, he wants to leave,” he complained, upset that their third was refusing to join in. He tugged lightly at Lucifer’s coat, a silent ask for him to get Vox to stay.

Lucifer was displeased with Vox’s rejection, and even more upset to see Alastor upset by it. He wouldn’t stand for anything making Alastor upset. Coming into this, he’d been prepared to do some convincing, knowing that Vox would be hesitant. So, that was exactly what he’d do.

First, he shushed Alastor with a little squeeze to his thigh, encouraging Alastor to trust him in making this work.

“I don’t appreciate your choice of words,” Lucifer responded, glaring down at Vox. “Alastor is an overlord, and he does his job perfectly. Submitting for pleasure has nothing to do with your power outside of these walls.” Lucifer had done a lot of work to have Alastor comfortable with how he enjoyed submitting to him, and he wouldn’t let Vox speak like submitting was a bad thing. Especially not now that Lucifer had got his husband to be so content with their dynamic.

His binds on Vox’s arms didn’t budge, keeping him planted to the ground. Now, he got to convincing. “Vox,” he began. “I know you want to know what my husband looks like when he’s lost in pleasure, and I’m giving you the opportunity to witness that. This is not an offer we’ve made to any other demon, so I think you should reconsider. If you leave, we will not offer again.”

Before Vox could respond, Lucifer went on, “If you prefer, you can merely watch for a bit. If you enjoy yourself, you can join us, and, perhaps we’ll meet up again. Next time, you can be more involved.” 

Lucifer let his hand slide down Alastor’s back, the tips of his fingers gently playing with the soft fur at the base of his tail. Alastor let out a soft little bleat and sighed happily at the pleasant treatment. “I’ll allow you to watch as I take him apart, and if you’re good, you’ll get to partake. That doesn’t sound so bad, does it?”

Lucifer slid his hand back up, removing it from Alastor’s tail. He looked at Alastor, his eyes softer when looking at his husband. “You’d like that, wouldn’t you, Bambi?” Lucifer was checking in on Alastor, but he also knew that seeing Alastor be sweet and needy would help with getting Vox to agree.

Alastor bit his lower lip lightly, his tail swaying enthusiastically behind him. “Yes, I want that,” he breathed, leaning deeper in Lucifer’s arms. He wanted to be handled and taken apart by his husband, whom he trusted would spoil him with the praising words and sensual touch he needed. His thighs rubbed together in anticipation and he licked his teeth, gripping Lucifer’s coat to tug on it needily. 

There was something so thrilling about Vox watching them, even in these moments devoid of sex. He would be stuffed full while Vox was given the privilege to witness every little detail. Just the idea of the thrill had him growing wet. “I want to show him how well you pleasure me.” He laid a kiss on Lucifer’s jaw. “I want you to take care of me.”

Usually, Lucifer would be a little more strict about Alastor trying to get himself pleasure without permission, but since they had a guest, he let Alastor be free to be as needy as he wished. Lucifer always loved seeing him eager to be cared for. “Good.”

Vox stared in awe as Alastor was essentially begging to be fucked. Never in all his years did he think he’d ever see the Radio Demon act so needy . What happened to the Alastor who wrinkled his nose at the thought of sex and avoided demons like Valentino like the plague? Now he sat on Lucifer’s lap, tugging at his coat as he asked to be pleasured in front of company like a whore. 

Vox’s cock stirred in his trousers. Fuck it would be so nice to see Alastor taken apart. It was something he’d rather do himself, but he wouldn’t deny how achingly curious to see someone who knew Alastor inside and out bring him to completion. Even if he couldn’t see to the deed himself, it would be nothing short of mouthwatering to see Alastor moaning and lost to his pleasure. 

The prospect of being able to play with Alastor himself excited him, and it had him considering the chance being gifted to him on a silver platter. He would never have this opportunity again. Hell, he was already salivating at the sight of Alastor grinding down against Lucifer’s thigh. The red sinner looked so, so good, and Vox wanted him badly . 

The TV demon had always been a voyeur, both sexual and not so much. He couldn’t forfeit the one and only chance to see Alastor come. Perhaps it wouldn’t hurt to stay a little longer, if only just to hear Alastor’s pretty little moans and see his face while he came.

“Alright,” he said at last, trying his best to appear unimpressed. He tried the binds on his arms and legs, but they wouldn’t give. It prevented him from reaching out to touch that little tail and supple flesh, which he found rather unfair. “I’ll stay…”

Lucifer smiled when Vox said he’d stay. He was glad it didn’t take too much convincing. “Perfect.” He made Alastor step off of his lap and grabbed his husband’s hand. “Let’s get started then.” Lucifer freed Vox from his binds and let him follow after them. 

For their first time doing this, they’d do it in one of the palace’s guest bedrooms. Lucifer didn’t want to bring Vox into their own bedroom until he knew he could trust him with that.

The room was decorated to Lucifer and Alastor’s tastes, and the bed was big enough for the three of them to comfortably share it. Except, Vox wouldn’t be on the bed with them.

Lucifer spawned a seat at the end of the bed. “Sit,” he instructed. When Vox was seated, Lucifer had heavenly rope tie him to the chair, keeping him there. “If you want this to stop, say ‘red’ and this whole thing stops. Otherwise, you’re staying in that chair until I allow you out of it.”

Vox furrowed his brow, wondering why he was being given a safeword. He was literally just watching the show, so why would he need a special word to stop them ? It was their pleasure, not his. He also wasn’t a fan of being tied up, but didn’t protest, instead just humming to communicate that he understood.

With Vox tied up so he couldn’t touch Alastor, Lucifer turned his attention over to his husband. He sat Alastor on the edge of the bed, running his fingers through the sinner’s red hair. “Are you gonna be a good boy for me?”

Alastor nodded, sighing softly at Lucifer’s ginger touch. “Yes, My King,” he rasped, willing to be exactly as Lucifer wanted him. He was so used to submission that he wore it as a second skin the moment they were alone.  

Lucifer gave Alastor a kiss before he moved to take his overcoat off and got up on the bed. “Take your pants off but keep your underwear on. Then, you can come here.” The sinner was quick to do as asked. Lucifer knew exactly how he wanted things to go, and Alastor always followed instructions well. 

Lucifer spread his legs apart and pat the space between them, wanting Alastor to sit in his lap so Vox would have a nice view.

“Such a good boy for me,” he muttered softly, just loud enough for Alastor to hear. Then, louder, so Vox could hear, he asked Alastor, “Do you want to be touched?” He was sure that Alastor was getting wet by now. Lucifer wanted the front of his underwear to be soaked before he’d get to be touched. He trusted Alastor not to touch himself without permission. Alastor had been through enough punishments to learn that he wasn’t allowed to touch himself if he didn’t ask Lucifer first.

Alastor nodded excitedly, lust burning in his core. He craved attention and affection and Lucifer’s blissful touch. Each gentle stroke of the hand sent a shiver up his spine and had him biting back begs.

Lucifer kissed Alastor’s neck as his hands worked the buttons of Alastor’s shirt open. Once the fabric parted to reveal Alastor’s body, Lucifer reached a hand forward to play with Alastor’s chest. He teased his fingers over a nipple, before pinching it lightly. His other hand pet Alastor’s lower stomach, occasionally slipping into his underwear, just for a moment to make Alastor think he might be touched, and then his hand was sliding back up.

Lucifer looked at Vox as he toyed with Alastor’s chest. “Isn’t he pretty?”

Vox was hardly listening, for he was too locked in on Alastor’s body. He’d dreamed for decades to see Alastor’s bare figure, and now that it was finally on display, he could positively say it surpassed his expectations. 

Alastor’s body was covered in a light layer of downy fur that Vox craved to run his hand through. Fawn spots dotted his shoulders and hips, dipping beneath the underwear and undoubtedly dotting that shapely ass. His figure was slim but noticeably a little thicker around the thighs and waist than he’d been years before. Lucifer must have been feeding him well, which was hard for Vox to wrap his head around because Alastor was a cannibal. His chest looked soft and fluffy but his nipples were perfectly on display, nice and pebbled from Lucifer’s touch. 

Unless Vox’s eyes deceived him, he was looking at a large wet spot on the crotch of Alastor’s underwear, a sight that made his brow shoot up in surprise. He’d pictured what Alastor’s cock looked like plenty of times, but this never quite occurred to him as a possibility. The desire to shove his fingers deep in there and feel his wetness was at the forefront of his mind. His underwear looked soaked through; all this after just a few light touches from Lucifer’s hands. 

“Yeah,” he answered without thought. “Really pretty.” He unconsciously tugged on the binds, wanting to reach forward and grab onto one of those thighs or play with a hardened nipple. Maybe shove his tongue in the other’s mouth and hear him moan.  

When Lucifer dipped his hand into his underwear again and barely grazed his sex, Alastor’s teeth buried into his lip as he tried not to squirm in Lucifer’s hold. He’d learned to be still and take whatever pleasure Lucifer had to give him. Evidence of his anticipation was only growing between the thighs, but he didn’t move to touch himself. After so many punishments over the years, so many instances of not being allowed to come, he had learned that patience would leave him rewarded. He wanted to be rewarded so badly. 

Vox’s throat was dry. “Are you gonna get on with it? The whore is practically begging for you!” If he was in Lucifer’s place, he’d already be fucking Alastor into the sheets and listening to him cry out his name. What was taking him so long?

Lucifer was a bit surprised by Vox’s little outburst. He knew that the man would need some work getting into submission, but for Vox to speak like that was shocking. Still, he didn’t let it bother him. He expected some insolence, and that was what he got. 

Lucifer’s hands moved to Alastor’s sides, where he let them rest for a moment while he spoke. “You will not speak to me like that again.” His tone was stern and unyielding. He hadn’t been planning to do much punishing, but if he had to, he would. “And the only one who can call him a whore is me .” When Lucifer spoke degrading words to his husband, it was a part of playing, but when Vox did it, it felt too real. 

“If I hear another argumentative word come out of your mouth, I’m gagging you and you will not be able to come today.” Lucifer was completely serious about denying Vox. He’d done so to Alastor many times.

Vox was taken aback, as he wasn’t used to being talked to that way. It was always Vox who was in command, especially in the bedroom. So, to be told off and given strict rules was jarring. Yes, it was the king, but Vox’s pride should have taken hold and demanded release. Instead, for whatever reason, he shut his mouth, but had to wonder how Alastor accepted being ordered around like that. He’d always been so independent. What did he get out of willingly being subjugated?

Lucifer moved his hands back to Alastor’s chest, continuing to tease him. He would’ve got moving sooner, but he couldn’t have Vox thinking he had power here. So, unfortunately for Alastor, Lucifer continued to play with his chest for a while longer, letting Alastor get really worked up.

Eventually, he decided that Alastor had enough. And, by the looks of it, so had Vox.

“Alright. I’m done teasing.” He and Alastor both knew he was never done teasing. Lucifer finally brought a hand down to run his fingers along Alastor’s cunt, over his underwear. He was pleased to find the fabric soaked through. “What do you think, Bambi, should we show him your pretty pussy?”

Alastor released a shuddering breath, followed by a bitten lip and a languid nod. He’d never been fully nude in front of anyone other than his husband before, but the thought of being shown off by his partner turned him on. “Let’s show him,” he said breathlessly. He was admittedly a little nervous to reveal himself to another man, but he trusted Lucifer to make him feel good.

Lucifer helped Alastor out of his underwear and pried his legs apart, allowing Vox to have a good look at Alastor’s cunt. He was smiling, knowing that Vox had an incredible view.

He brought a hand between Alastor’s legs and spread his folds apart, exposing all of it for Vox to see. “Look at this. You almost left this because you’re too proud to allow yourself to submit.” 

Vox’s eyes were locked on that glistening cunt, his cock twitching and growing hard in his pants. “Holy shit…” He tried the binds again, but they weren’t budging. All he was allowed to do was watch.

Lucifer was feeling generous and teased his fingers through Alastor’s slick folds, pressing one inside. He gave Alastor’s neck another kiss. “Alastor, tell him how good it feels to submit.”

A happy sigh left his lips as a finger slipped inside of him. “I used to be a lot like you, Vox,” he said softly, his internal radio humming a subtle, pleasant drone of white noise. “I didn’t want to be commanded. I wanted to take charge and be the one to order others around and take my pleasure for myself. Fiercely independent and unwilling to bow down to anyone. But then… my king showed me how to give up my pride, and I’ve been better for it.”

He hummed with need, desiring more but knowing better than to touch himself. Lucifer wouldn’t allow him to come if he sought his own pleasure. “I trust my king completely, something I can never say I’ve done with anyone else. I know he’ll take care of me and please me so wonderfully if I just give myself to him entirely. Mind, body, and soul. I forget all my worries and my troubles when I’m with him. He knows just how to please me and bring me to my release, and all he asks is for my submission.”

His eyes trained on Vox’s, his smile broadening at the entranced look on the TV’s screen. “It feels good to know that if I just give myself to him, I’ll be taken care of. Serving him feels amazing. I love when he pets my ears while I please him and when he rewards me for being good. It feels like floating. It’s so… euphoric .” He gave Vox an encouraging smile. “He can make you feel good, too, you know.”

Vox swallowed, amazed at what he was hearing. Alastor was not playing the part of a submissive, but he was trained and devoted . He’d been fully taken apart, piece by piece, and taught how to submit to his partner. It was nothing like the scenes in the porn studio Val ran — Alastor and Lucifer had apparently spent years building this relationship, and now Alastor was left without a single resistant bone in his body. 

He’d never had submission explained in such a way. Whenever he asked Val, he was always told it felt good “having a cock in your ass”. To hear Alastor actually finding peace and pleasure in removing all his pride for Lucifer — it had him in consideration. He was stiff in his pants and eager to see more, however, so he didn’t speak a word.

Lucifer was satisfied with Alastor’s little speech to Vox. He knew he’d do well in working to convince Vox, and he wasn’t disappointed. To reward Alastor, he slid another finger inside of him. 

“If you’d prefer a visual for how good it feels, I can show you.” His fingers crooked up into Alastor and pressed against his insides. He began moving his fingers, taking them out and thrusting them back in again. He kept the movements of his fingers slow and made sure it felt good for Alastor.

“You wish this was your hand, don’t you?” He knew that Vox was jealous of him and his position in Alastor’s life. “Don’t worry. You can get there. When you do, it’ll be worth the wait.” It would take some time for Lucifer to trust Vox with Alastor like that. He wouldn’t risk his husband getting hurt. 

He went on, smiling at Vox, “Keep being a good boy for us, and you might just get a reward.” Vox wouldn’t get anything too exciting yet, but he would eventually. If he behaved. If not, he’d stay tied up and merely watch until their time was up. If Vox was good and Alastor was willing, Lucifer would consider letting Vox touch Alastor a bit.

“See how well he takes my fingers?” Lucifer loved feeling Alastor’s warm walls hug his fingers. “He’s so sweet like this.” He took his fingers out of Alastor’s pussy, and brought his slicked fingers up to brush against his clit. He kept his touch featherlike, wanting Alastor to want more.

Alastor gasped softly, letting out a low moan while his eyes slipped shut. “Lucifer,” he whispered breathlessly, his clit throbbing against his husband’s fingers. He didn’t dare demand more, trusting Lucifer to take him where he needed to be.

Since Alastor was being so good, Lucifer decided he could reward him with an orgasm. Alastor had been hesitant to show this side of himself to Vox, and Lucifer wanted to make the experience amazing for him. Plus, an orgasm always did well to bring Alastor deeper into his submission. Especially if Lucifer wanted to overstimulate him until he was crying and coming again. However that wasn’t his plan for right now. Vox didn’t deserve to see that.

Lucifer increased the pressure of his fingers against Alastor’s clit, beginning to rub it a little harder. “I want you to come for me. Show Vox how good you feel.” He played with Alastor’s clit in slow but firm circular motions of his fingers, knowing that Alastor would come from this easily. “My sweet fawn. You’re doing so well. You can let go. I’m here.” He continued doing what he was doing until his husband was thrown over the edge, pleasuring him and kissing his neck as he did.

Alastor came with a soft bleat, arching his back while his cunt clenched around nothing. He shuddered through his climax, fisting the sheets as he rode through the waves of pleasure. He’d come from little more than fingers in his pussy, a firm hand on his clit, and the eyes of another watching with rapt attention. 

Alastor could already feel himself starting to drift as he looked at Vox through hooded eyes. He was falling into his submission, which had become an extraordinarily easy feat to accomplish with all the trust and care built between Lucifer and himself throughout the years. All it took were some praising, domineering words and a source of pleasure and he was bound to fall into that submissive headspace where he was willing to do anything and everything for his king. Lucifer never took advantage of him, always slaking his lust with Alastor’s body while still making sure Alastor was well rewarded in the end.

Vox was entranced by the show and surprised by just how quickly Alastor had come. He must have really been enjoying himself to get off so fast; taking his pleasure from the very act of giving himself to his partner. Vox had never known submission could be so pleasurable, and he would be lying if he said he wasn’t curious to know what it felt like. 

His eyes fell back on that fluttering pussy and he went to touch his dick, only to be halted by his binds. It was torture to have to witness Alastor be pleasured but not even be allowed to touch himself. He wanted to demand that Lucifer untie him and let him jack off, but the king had said he wasn’t going to be allowed to come unless he behaved, and right now he was painfully rock hard. So, he kept the demands to himself, instead watching the two Morningstars. Lucifer seemed so careful with his partner after his climax. Vox never treated Val like that after a rough fuck. Would Val like it if he did?

Lucifer’s hand finally parted from Alastor’s cunt. “You’re so beautiful when you let go,” he murmured to Alastor, kissing his shoulder softly. He could already tell that Alastor was sinking deeper into his submission from getting to come.

With Alastor’s climax getting him nice and relaxed, he was ready to move on to the next part of their fun.

“You want my cock?” Lucifer asked Alastor. “Beg for it.”

A whimper flew freely from Alastor’s throat. “Please, my king. I want to feel your cock inside me. I want to feel you stretch me and fill me with your seed. I need it so badly. Fuck me full.”

Vox’s lips were parted, his processors hardly able to handle just how slutty Alastor was like this. He had no issue giving up his pride and dignity to Lucifer, willing to give his will just for his partner to fuck him. That dick must have been really good. Though, when Vox’s mind drifted to what Alastor had said about the glory of submitting, he couldn’t help but feel there was something he was missing out on — that there was more to Alastor’s pleasure than just the size of Lucifer’s cock.

Lucifer grinned and pulled Alastor up, guiding him onto his front. Alastor’s body faced Vox, just far enough away that Alastor couldn’t touch him. Vox would get a front-row seat to see Alastor be ruined.

Lucifer admired Alastor’s body from this angle, having him bent over and leaving nothing to the imagination. He gently danced his claws against the underside of Alastor’s tail, enjoying how responsive Alastor always was when the little thing was touched.

Lucifer’s cock was already hard as he undid his pants and pulled it out. Seeing Alastor get off was always so arousing to him, and never failed to get his body to respond.

“Watch carefully, Vox. You won’t want to miss a second of this.”

With that, Lucifer slid inside of Alastor, letting out a groan at how wet Alastor was. Getting Alastor worked up and letting him come made his husband’s cunt wet and ready for him, and he knew that Alastor had been aching to be filled.

“Look at that.” Lucifer admired Alastor’s sweet body. “He feels so good, Vox. You can’t even imagine.” No words could describe the pleasure he felt when being inside of Alastor. “Don’t you wish you were here instead of me? You just want a chance to play with him too, don’t you?”

Lucifer gave Alastor’s ass a hard little smack. “Both of you are being so good. If you keep this up, you’ll both get a reward.” He was mostly speaking to Vox, because he knew that Alastor would continue to be good. Nowadays, the only times Alastor misbehaved were planned and when Alastor wanted a bit of punishment. Otherwise, Alastor was always well-behaved and worthy of reward.

Slowly, Lucifer pulled his hips back, letting Alastor feel every inch of his big cock slipping out of him. Then, with a rough snap of his hips, he slammed back into him. Like that, Lucifer set a slow but hard pace, making sure Alastor felt every inch of his cock and that Vox could see what he was doing to Alastor.

The red sinner gasped at the first rough thrust, his back arching and pleasure tingling up his spine. The wonderful stretch of Lucifer’s cock was delicious and had Alastor quivering from head to hoof. “Oh, Lucifer,” he whispered. Each thrust caused a little bulge to appear just below his stomach, a testament to how well Lucifer was filling his sweet fawn. “That feels so good.” The abundance of slick turned each thrust into an easy glide, allowing for smooth, practiced strikes deep into his core.

Alastor’s eyes were heavily hooded and fixed on Vox, who was staring unblinkingly. His cock was throbbing in his pants and in desperate need of a hand to touch him, but his wrists remained bound. It was torturous to have to sit there and watch while his cock remained neglected, but he knew he would be able to get off soon. As Lucifer said, if he would just be “good”, he would be able to be rewarded, and hopefully that meant reaching his climax. 

“Shit, you two…” They were stunning. They weren’t rough or being particularly kinky, but the two slotted together perfectly. Alastor moaned so beautifully with each thrust, his muscles loose and his body pliant. His face was tinged with pleasure and his eyes burned with lust. Lucifer was right: Vox would give anything to be where he was at that moment. He would make any deal short of selling his soul to feel his cock sink into that tight heat. 

Though, there was a deep, stifled part of him that was achingly curious to know what it would be like to be in Alastor’s position. Valentino had always been loud with his pleasure, shouting for more as Vox gave it to him rough. Alastor? He seemed blissed . Vox’s curiosities were getting the better of hin. 

Alastor hummed softly at the sight of Vox’s entranced state. “I think — ah — he likes what he sees, my king.”

Lucifer was glad to see that this was working on Vox. He hadn’t been completely sure if the TV sinner would like this, but based on the hardness in his pants, he was enjoying himself quite a bit. “That’s all you, Bambi. You’re impossible to look away from.” Lucifer knew he had an attractive husband, and this was a rare situation where he didn’t mind letting someone else see Alastor.

He held onto Alastor’s hips as he worked into his cunt over and over again. “Isn’t he so perfect?” Lucifer asked Vox.

“He is,” Vox rasped, his cock straining against his trousers. “ Fuck , yeah, he is.” He wanted simultaneously for this to be over so he could come and for the show to never stop. Valentino’s pornos had nothing on this.

“You should see him when he’s really worked up. If you play your cards right, I might just allow it one day.” If things went Lucifer’s way (and they would), then, when that would happen, Vox would also be worked up alongside Alastor. He’d love to have them both desperate and begging. 

Lucifer slid his fingers into Alastor’s hair, grabbing a fistful so he could yank Alastor’s head back, forcing him off the mattress and making him completely reliant on Lucifer for stability. Lucifer didn’t stop moving, and with the new position, Vox would get a glimpse of how Alastor’s lower stomach bulged the slightest bit with each thrust of his hips.

“Good boy, Bambi. Let him hear you.” He gave Alastor’s hair another rough tug, keeping him in that position. Lucifer was sure it wasn’t comfortable, but he knew that Alastor liked it when things were like this. And the arch of his back was too pretty to give up.

“You love this. You love having him watch as you take me.” Lucifer wouldn’t humiliate Alastor too much, because this was new for both of them and he wouldn’t risk things turning sour. Alastor typically loved degrading words, but Lucifer would be careful this time. “You’re so fucking pretty. Look at what you’re doing to him. He’s so hard, just from seeing you.”

Alastor’s soft moans had turned into full on wanton cries of bliss. He was being held up by his hair, his arm limp at his sides while he was being fucked from behind. Yes, he absolutely loved this. The uncomfortable position and the hard thrusts from Lucifer added to the experience, bringing him only euphoria as he was being stuffed to the brim with each collide of their hips. 

His legs quivered from the overwhelming sensations, already able to feel his bliss coiling in his gut. It built and built until he was desperate to come, but he didn’t move to bring himself further along. Lucifer was using his body as he saw fit, taking what he needed at his own pace. Alastor would be rewarded if he was good for his king, and even if he was aching to come, he wouldn’t dare disobey him. 

Looking down, Alastor’s bleary gaze fell upon Vox, who sat in his chair, slack-jawed. He saw the large bulge in Vox’s pants and felt so good knowing that this obscene display was turning him on. Desire swirled behind Vox’s eyes for something he could not have Alastor and felt satisfaction from it in between each rough thrust. Vox’s cyan tongue darted out to lick his lips and Alastor had a sudden desire to taste it. Maybe Lucifer would let them taste each other, as a reward. For now, he basked in the blissful stretch and the heat of Lucifer’s cock with each strike. Each thrust was a hot knife of bliss slicing through him.

Vox wasn’t sure where to train his eyes. Alastor’s pleasured expressions were addictive on the eyes, but seeing his belly bulge obscenely did things to his cock. There was also the sight of Lucifer’s fat member disappearing into Alastor’s pretty little cunt, spreading the walls open and forcing them to accommodate its size. He could swear he was drooling at the sight. What he wouldn’t give to be in Lucifer’s position right then. 

While the show was fucking amazing, he was eager to see Alastor come. Seeing Alastor’s face twist with orgasmic bliss while he cried out was all he ever wanted and more. He couldn’t hold his tongue. “Shit, he looks so good. Make him come!”

Lucifer was very satisfied to have both Alastor and Vox eager for more. Of course, Alastor was a good boy, while Vox still needed a lot of work, but Lucifer liked the challenge. This time, he let Vox’s demand slide, knowing that he was just lost in the heat of the moment. They’d work on his attitude more later.

Luckily for both of them, Lucifer was already planning on making Alastor come.

He kept all of Alastor exposed to Vox as he worked him closer to the edge. “Touch yourself,” he told Alastor. He wanted to feel Alastor come hard around his cock and hear him lose himself in pleasure.

Alastor didn’t hesitate to put his fingers against his clit, rubbing at the sensitive nub as his pleasure began to mount. Lucifer’s cock was so good, diving into him like a hot knife that struck into him just right. That coil in his core tightened to its very limit, and soon enough, it sprang loose.

Every nerve in Alastor’s body sang with bliss as he reached his peak. “Lucifer!” he cried, slamming into a body-quaking climax.

Vox watched, struck by just how beautiful Alastor was when he came. Fuck he wanted to be the one with his cock buried deep inside that deer. He would look so good coming on Vox’s cock. 

As Alastor came down from his climax, Lucifer eased him back down onto the mattress, slowing his thrusts. Lucifer knew that Alastor wanted him to come inside of his cunt, but he had an idea and he wanted to stick with it. “That was amazing. Good job, Bambi.” He kissed Alastor’s shoulder as he slowly slid out of Alastor’s cunt and left him empty.

A whimper left the sinner as his cunt clenched around nothing. He wanted to feel the blissful heat of seed spilling into his belly, but he didn’t argue.

Lucifer’s cock was still hard, and it was now covered in Alastor’s slick. “Since you behaved well for your first time doing this, you can be a part of the fun.” Vox wouldn’t be permitted to touch Alastor’s pussy. Not yet, at least. It was still important that Lucifer teach him how this was meant to go, and that wouldn’t come from giving Vox everything he wanted right away. He had to earn it.

Lucifer stepped off the bed. Before he moved his attention to Vox, he had to make sure Alastor was okay. He brushed his husband’s hair back and kissed his cheek. “You can just sit and watch for a little bit, okay?” He knew the little break would do Alastor good.The deer hummed pleasantly at the kiss and flipped onto his stomach to watch what Lucifer had planned for Vox. 

Once Lucifer was sure that his husband was still enjoying this, he untied Vox and stood at the end of the bed. “Kneel for me.”

Vox gawked at the order and almost outright refused. He knew where this was going, and the dominant inside of him refused to submit. Shit , he needed to come, though, and he wouldn’t lie that there was something inside urging him to kneel. It was the picture of Alastor’s bliss as he was lost in submission and his detailing of his love for surrender that coaxed Vox onto his knees. 

Lucifer smiled when Vox followed his orders. “Good,” he purred. “That’s what I like to see.” His voice still held its dominant tone, but he wasn’t being condescending. He was genuinely pleased to have his new submissive obeying him. 

“I decided to give you a taste of Alastor, and since I still haven’t come, I’m letting you help out.” He brushed his finger across one of Vox’s antennas curiously.  “Suck my cock, Vox.”

Vox had known it was coming, but hearing the command itself was a far leap from simply expecting it. Before he could formulate a response, he felt a finger brush one of his antennae. A heady, drunken sensation rushed to his head and he swore under his breath. His antennae had always been off limits with Val because the moth had the tendency to abuse the sensitive wires and didn’t seem to understand how to be gentle. Lucifer’s soft touch, however, hit him just right, and he released a shuddering breath. 

Lucifer’s cock was a large, intimidating thing, especially for such a diminutive king. Vox hesitated, because he’d never actually gone down on someone before. He’d never submitted himself like that. Val had always been pleased enough with being the bottom that an issue never arose. With an inherent need for dominance, Vox was the one fucking someone’s face, and now Lucifer was telling him to surrender himself and taste him.

Alastor’s juices soaking the devil’s cock was enticing, though, and there was once again that urge to discover the hidden pleasure found in submission. Though his pride wanted to rule against it, he leaned forward and offered a little lick to Lucifer’s head.

Lucifer smiled when Vox followed his orders. He was a little surprised by how hesitant he seemed to be. From what Alastor told him, Lucifer was under the impression that Vox had done this before since he was with another man.

The taste of salt clung to Vox’s tongue as it slowly explored the head of Lucifer’s cock, licking along the glans in small, unsure strokes. His inexperience was making itself more than apparent as he took the tip into his mouth and sucked lightly. He was mostly working off of what he’d seen Valentino do to him, but even with that in mind, his head game was fairly poor.

Lucifer quickly learned that Vox wasn’t great at sucking cock. He didn’t mind, though. This was just an opportunity to teach him. He gave Vox a chance to explore his cock before he’d do anything. It didn’t feel bad. In fact, it did feel nice. But it wasn’t anything like Alastor’s addicting tongue.

Alastor watched from the bed, licking his lips at the sight of Vox tentatively playing with Lucifer's cock with his lips and tongue. His mind was fuzzy as he admired them, lost in a pleasant haze that usually came when he surrendered himself to his partner. Despite that, he could still tell something was wrong. From afar, it was clear the TV was having a hard time fully submitting himself and would need some assistance. He found it amusing, as well as a tad attractive to watch this sinner find his way around a proper cock. He wanted to get in and help guide Vox, but he instead just watched and waited, enjoying the floating sensations of his mind.

Vox awkwardly took the cock halfway into his mouth, the dominant in him refusing to yield completely. He looked up at Lucifer, as if to ask if he were doing this right. The answer was fairly obvious.

When Vox tried to take him into his mouth and failed, that was when Lucifer knew he had to intervene. Vox was looking up at him for approval, but he wouldn’t get what he wanted yet.

“You’re still too tense.” Lucifer brushed his finger against Vox’s antenna again, because he noticed that the sinner had liked it when he’d done it before. “When you’re in this room with us, I don’t want you thinking about anything but us.” Vox was still stuck in his overlord mindset, and he needed to allow himself to enjoy submission.

Easier said than done to Vox. It was difficult to think of anything other than the struggle to give himself over and how different this was compared to his encounters with Valentino. He shuddered with another brush to his antenna, his cock straining against the seam of his pants. 

Lucifer wasn’t angry with Vox. He just knew he’d need some help. Lucifer could tell that Vox was still clinging to dominance and refusing to give himself over to him. Lucifer didn’t blame him. That was a lot of trust to put in him, and Lucifer appreciated that Vox was trying.

Lucifer looked over to Alastor, “I think he could use some help.” Not only was Alastor’s mouth incredibly talented in pleasuring Lucifer, but Alastor could also assist Vox in helping him relax and enjoy himself. 

Alastor didn’t hesitate to hop from the bed, going to kneel beside Vox in front of Lucifer. “Yes, my king,” he murmured, already locked in at the sight of his partner’s aching member. 

Vox glanced over at Alastor, taking his mouth off of Lucifer’s cock. He struggled not to reach out and grab a handful of Alastor’s ass or touch his tail. He was actually reaching his hand over to fondle that little tuft of fur before Lucifer intervened.

One of Lucifer’s hooves reached out to press against the front of Vox’s pants. “Don’t forget what’s at stake here.” He rubbed his hoof against Vox’s erection teasingly. “If you’re really good, I might even let you touch Alastor.” Lucifer was very protective over his husband when he was in his submissive headspace, so it would take some trust to allow Vox to touch Alastor like this.

Vox grunted, his cock twitching and throbbing under the hoof. His hand abandoned its attempt to grope Alastor and he was left focusing back on the hard dick presented to him. His hand itched to play with his own member. Maybe Lucifer wouldn’t notice if he slipped a hand down. 

His mouth practically watering as he kneeled in front of his king, Alastor didn’t hesitate to wrap his hands around the throbbing member and give it a quick pump, making Lucifer groan. He would never get over the size of his lover. Just the sight of him had Alastor drooling. 

Proceeding with the demonstration, he opened his mouth and wrapped his lips around the head. His tongue swirled around the tip, taking in its heavenly taste before he proceeded to sink down slowly. His gag reflex was nonexistent, so Vox was privileged to witness how the cock glided smoothly into his mouth and allowed for a sizable bulge to form in his throat. Alastor closed his eyes, feeling that familiar haze begin to blanket over him as he devoted himself to Lucifer. He soon began bobbing his head in slow, smooth strokes. Lucifer let out low moans as his husband pleasured him, reaching a hand out to grab onto Alastor’s hair. Each move forward forced open the walls of Alastor’s throat, which could be witnessed from where Vox sat. A soft groan left him as he relished his king’s taste. Unfortunately, he could not go on for long, because it was Vox’s turn.

He removed himself slowly, a string of spit connecting his lips to the head of Lucifer’s cock, and if that wasn’t the hottest thing Vox had seen, he didn’t know what was. Vox jolted when Alastor took his hand and brought it to Lucifer’s cock, encouraging him to wrap his fingers around the shaft. “Touch it,” Alastor said softly. “Feel the weight of it in your hand.”

It was heavy. Thick, too. Vox gave it a slow pump, keeping his gaze on Alastor for further instruction. 

“Eyes on him, picture box,” Alastor chided. “He’s the one you’re trying to please.”

Vox looked up at Lucifer, as unsure as ever. He gave the cock in his hand another pump, watching the other closely. Lucifer pet the back of Vox’s head in encouragement, enjoying that Vox was trying to please him. It wasn’t that Vox didn’t really know what he was doing (many rounds with Valentino served as plenty demonstration enough) but it was a challenge to surrender himself so completely. He well understood that Lucifer was higher than him in both power and authority, but getting himself in the headspace to give himself over was a herculean task. To leave behind his pride was a hard ask for an overlord, and he had to wonder how Valentino did it so often.

A hand was placed on his thigh. “You’re thinking too much, Voxxy,” Alastor whispered to him, petting his thigh. “Clear your mind.” Alastor leaned in, placing little kisses along the length of Lucifer’s cock. His focus turned to Vox, their lips mere inches away, so close that Vox could reach in and kiss him. He wanted to. Vox leaned in to brush his lips against Alastor’s, only to have a hand at the base of his TV frame guide his lips to Lucifer’s cock. “Taste him.”

With only a moment longer of hesitation, Vox finally allowed his tongue to roll out and lick a long stripe along the underside of Lucifer’s cock. Struggling to keep his head clear of any busy thoughts, he took the chance and slipped the member into his mouth as far as he could manage. It hit the back of his throat and he gagged. He had to close his eyes to keep them from watering.

“That’s it, keep going,” Alastor hummed, petting the back of Vox’s frame, watching the sinner lean back and slide down to take as much as he could. “You’re doing well.”

The encouragement helped Vox continue. He began a paceless rhythm of taking Lucifer into his mouth in slow strokes of his head. He looked up at Lucifer, deciding on a whim to swirl his tongue around the head to see if that would do anything.

Lucifer groaned when Vox’s tongue swirled around the head of his cock. “That’s it,” he praised. “Now you’re getting it. Good boy.” Alastor was doing well to help the TV sinner relax and allow himself to please his king without worries. Lucifer loved seeing him slowly accept his submissive role.

Having both Vox and Alastor on their knees for him was wildly arousing, and Lucifer couldn’t look away from them. He never thought he’d care to have anyone but Alastor pleasing him, but this was perfect. Watching Alastor help Vox with taking his cock was wonderful. Lucifer couldn’t wait to see Vox shift from the unsure headspace he’d been in, into a submissive headspace he’d welcome.

Lucifer kept one hand on each of their heads, keeping them close. “You two are quite the sight. Fuck , you were made for this.”

He knew that Vox was dying to be touched, but he wouldn’t get what he wanted yet. Lucifer was appreciative of the fact that he’d yet to touch himself, even though he was now untied. He also appreciated that Vox hadn’t touched Alastor. He knew he wanted to, but if he did, he’d be punished.

Lucifer relished in every movement Vox made. He loved seeing him gag around his cock and struggle to take him. It was sweet to see him struggle. Lucifer was so used to Alastor, who was very talented with his mouth and throat, and hardly ever gagged or choked. It was refreshing to see Vox choking in a way that Alastor never did.

As Vox went on, Lucifer encouraged Alastor’s head down to use his mouth on the base of his cock, where Vox couldn’t reach. “Share,” he told them. He wanted to see them both play with his cock together. Lucifer always loved when Alastor started behaving like a whore for his cock, and he knew that his fawn would enjoy being given a taste. 

Surprise flitted over the sinner’s face at the command, but he certainly didn’t hesitate. Leaning forward, he began kissing and licking the bare area Vox could not get to, happily making up for his old friend’s shortcoming. Vox was eager to have Alastor’s lips so close to his, but his own were already latched onto Lucifer’s cock.

Alastor never had to share before, and Lucifer was glad to see that he liked it. As much as Lucifer loved Alastor’s submission, he loved seeing Alastor take the lead and show Vox what to do. He wouldn’t mind having Alastor help him with making Vox submit. He was sure that Vox would love to have Alastor control him.

By now, Lucifer couldn’t help the little groans and low moans he let out as his cock was tended to. His pleasure was mounting, and the two mouths on his length made it impossible to resist.

“See, Vox? It feels good to allow yourself to submit. You look so good like this. Don’t you agree, Bambi? He looks so good when he’s taking cock.” Alastor nodded meekly, his focus still on his king’s pleasure. Lucifer liked Vox much better like this.

As the two worked his cock, Lucifer felt his climax approaching. “I’m close.” His cock was throbbing, dangerously close to coming. “Do you want a taste of your king?”

Alastor’s eyes widened at the offer and he nodded vigorously. “Yes, I do,” he rasped. “Please, give us a taste.” He wanted to see his king reach his release because of their tongues. The urge to push Vox off to have more was, ashamedly, very much there, and he had to stop himself from begging Vox to let him have more. This wasn’t about him. This was about Lucifer’s pleasure and Vox’s submission, and Alastor wasn’t going to ruin that.

It took a second for it to register in Vox’s mind that Lucifer was about to come in his mouth. Admittedly, he was a little distracted by Lucifer’s praises. Never did he think that being called a “good boy” would ever trigger something pleasant in his mind, but just hearing Lucifer commend him had his cock twitching. He, for some Satan-forsaken reason, cared about what Lucifer thought, and knowing he was doing a good job satisfied something deep in his hindbrain.

He continued to push his head down on Lucifer’s member, each press to the back of his throat making him gag and choke, but Lucifer seemed to like the inexperience somehow. As Vox continued to suck, he couldn’t help but notice how much easier it was becoming to let himself go. He was shedding his pride and instead focusing on Lucifer’s pleasure, growing shockingly eager to get Lucifer to his finish so he himself could come at last.

Alastor rubbed a hand over Vox’s thigh, getting dangerously close to the TV’s clothed dick but never brushing against it. The licentious teasing had Vox squirming and eager to touch himself, but something told him Lucifer was unforgiving to those who disobeyed him. 

It suddenly occurred to him that he needed to breathe and popped off Lucifer’s dick with a deep inhale. Alastor didn’t hesitate to dive in and lick and suck the shaft. Vox watched with fascination and tentatively decided to follow his lead. With a shuddering breath, he leaned in and began kissing and sucking Lucifer’s shaft as well, taking on the opposite side of where Alastor worshipped. They both gazed up at Lucifer, seeking his approval as they worked together to please him.

Lucifer was stunned by the sight of Alastor and Vox sharing his cock, with both of them making sure each side got equal attention. It was the hottest thing he’d seen in a while, and looking away was impossible.

Soon, Alastor moved away, and Vox took that as the cue to take Lucifer back into his mouth and work to bring him to his finish.

When the two went back to their previous pace, Lucifer was right on the edge. “ Fuck. ” He grabbed the edge of Vox’s screen and pulled him back, holding him still with just the tip of his cock in Vox’s mouth. “Don’t swallow. Keep it in your mouth,” he ordered, voice breathy as he came to his climax.

With that, Lucifer came with a grunt, spilling his seed onto Vox’s tongue. The climax was strong and had his whole body jolting with pleasure as the first spurt of seed shot into Vox’s mouth. He pet Alastor’s head as he was worked through his orgasm, wanting to feel close to his husband as he came into his new submissive’s mouth. 

Lucifer panted lightly as his cock throbbed and spurted his come into Vox’s mouth, giving him a treat he knew Alastor would love. Vox winced, but didn’t pull away, taking the salty, bitter seed into his mouth. Lucifer rode out the waves of his orgasm slowly, petting Alastor and Vox’s heads as he did.

Once he’d come down from his climax, he pulled his cock free from Vox’s hold. “Good,” he praised, voice still a little out of it from coming. “Now, you both get a reward.” Alastor’s reward was getting to taste Lucifer’s seed, and Vox’s reward was being able to kiss Alastor.

“You may share my seed with him,” he told Vox. Lucifer looked to Alastor to make sure he was okay, but he knew that Alastor wouldn’t pass up the chance to taste Lucifer’s come. “But don’t get too handsy,” he warned Vox. If Vox started touching Alastor’s lower half, Lucifer would need to intervene.

Lucifer tucked himself back into his pants for the time being and would watch the two enjoy their reward. Vox had done well for his first time doing this, and he felt like he was worthy of getting to kiss Alastor. Lucifer knew from experience that Alastor was the sweetest kisser when in his submissive headspace, and he had no doubt that Vox would be addicted to it.

Vox was confused about what “share his seed” meant. He still had a mouth full of salty come and was half tempted to just swallow. His mind was changed when Alastor placed a finger under the corner of Vox’s frame, slowly turning his head until he was looking at his old friend. The deer was licking his teeth and soon leaned in to connect their lips. 

A long, black tongue slipped into Vox’s mouth, and began to explore, eagerly tasting the seed that had been spilled into his mouth. Vox made a noise of surprise, but was quick to adapt. Now kissing, he could do. His tongue slid into Alastor’s mouth, where he began to map out that warm wet cavern. Hot come was shared between their mouths as they eagerly began to explore each other, their tongues sliding together and dancing with one another. 

Still aching in his pants, Vox would admit that there was something hot about sharing Lucifer’s spend with Alastor, who was eager to get a taste of his husband. This “reward” should have been humiliating and disgusting, but his eagerness to have and kiss Alastor outweighed any of the resistance coming from his overlord brain. His hands reached out to grab a handful of Alastor’s ass, but he resisted, because he knew Lucifer wasn’t going to let him continue if he got too handsy. What he couldn’t help himself with, however, was burying a hand in that mound of chest fluff. The locks of fur felt nice under his hand, and he couldn’t help his other hand coming to cup Alastor’s face.

Lucifer watched the two share a kiss and was glad to find that Vox wasn’t being too touchy with his husband. He allowed Vox to touch Alastor’s chest fluff and knew the TV sinner was having an amazing time kissing Alastor.

Eventually every bit of spend was swallowed down between them and their tongues slowed. Alastor pulled away, a droplet of cum sliding down his chin. He was swift to swipe it up with a single finger and suck it clean, never wasting a single drop. 

“Fuck, that’s hot,” Vox panted softly. He looked up at Lucifer expectantly. “Are you going to let me come now?” He wanted to wrap his fist around his dick and get off already. Or, better yet, have Alastor be the one to take care of him. 

Alastor gazed up at his partner with reverie, his tail swaying back and forth in a slow, lazy motion. He was awaiting his next order, one that he would obey without question.

Lucifer smiled at the two. Alastor was completely trained and would be happy to follow any order Lucifer threw his way, but Vox was still learning. For Vox’s first time, he’d done well, and he even asked permission to finish. He would’ve liked him to ask more nicely, though.

“Ask nicely.” Lucifer was happy to let Vox get what he needed, but not without a more polite request.

A grimace marred Vox’s screen. Lucifer was essentially asking him to beg, and overlords did not bed. The straining in his pants was driving him insane, though; even the slightest touch would make him throb. 

His fingers itched to wrap around his cock and jack himself off, but he knew if he did, he would be swiftly kicked out. Despite the humiliation he was being forced to endure, he would be lying his ass off if he said he didn’t want to see more. He’d already surrendered himself this much, so what was an inch more? This stayed between them only. No one else had to see this pathetic display.

“Please,” he began, his hand already inching toward his belt. He struggled not to growl out the words. “Let me come. I need it badly.”

Lucifer hummed in satisfaction. “Better. Now, since you asked nicely, yes, you can.”

Vox was still kneeling at the end of the bed, and it gave Lucifer quite the idea. “Bambi, get up.” Once Alastor was standing, Lucifer turned him around and bent him over the bed. From this position, his pussy was level with Vox’s face, giving him a nice view.

Lucifer rubbed Alastor’s lower back softly to let him know he was doing good. He decided against making Alastor come again, and would instead just let him be a good boy and have his pussy admired. “Spread your legs,” he told Alastor, wanting his cunt to be on full display for Vox.

“Touch yourself,” Lucifer ordered, staring down at Vox. “Look at his pussy while you do it. I want you to look at it and think of what you can’t have.” He smiled meanly, getting satisfaction from showing his husband off like this.

At the sight of Alastor’s glistening cunt, Vox unbuckled his belt and withdrew himself from his pants. “Holy shit,” he muttered, quickly starting to pump himself with his fist.

Lucifer used a hand to spread Alastor’s pussy apart and show Vox his pretty little hole. “His cunt is so tight. You have no idea how good he feels. We’ve been married for three years, and he’s still so tight every time I fuck him.” Lucifer dipped the tip of a finger inside of Alastor, just enough to gather some slick on it. “Look at that. You’d love a taste of that, wouldn’t you?” He used his finger to smear Alastor’s slick at the top of Vox’s screen. “Too bad, because you aren’t tasting him.”

“Damn you,” Vox growled, hurriedly working himself up with each flick of his wrist. Just the feeling of Alastor’s slick on his head was enough to really get him going, but actually seeing that juicy pussy for himself was addicting. He wanted to get in there and lick up those juices and stick his tongue deep in that hole. Better yet, his cock. Alastor would love his cock. He would moan as Vox sank to the hilt and started pounding roughly away at his slutty little cunt.

Instead, he was forced to sit there in front of Lucifer, jacking himself off to the sight of Alastor’s pussy like he was watching porn. Lucifer wouldn’t even let Alastor — so sweet and submissive — touch him to get him off. It wasn’t fucking fair, and yet he kept working away at himself regardless of what he felt. He needed to come, and desperately. His finish was already swiftly approaching, much faster than it normally would.

Alastor sighed blissfully as he was basically used as spank material by Vox. He found that he loved being shown off by his partner like this, especially when Vox wasn’t allowed to touch. He was being used and in the best way possible. His tail was raised and wiggling enticingly, as though beckoning for Vox to have him. There was only one who would be allowed to have him, however, and that was Lucifer. Unless Lucifer so chose to share him. Speaking of which, he wondered if his Luci would be stuffing him full after this. Maybe after Vox left. He was feeling particularly needy that night, and he knew Lucifer would be happy to have him.

The events of the past hour were flashing in Vox’s head. From seeing Alastor sitting in Lucifer lap to watching them fuck to kneeling before Lucifer and kissing his dick with him — now he was beating his dick pathetically to Alastor’s pussy while Lucifer watched. It was humiliating, and yet he couldn’t stop rubbing his cock. Something about finally shedding his pride and letting himself be seen like this was getting him going, and soon his peak was on the horizon. 

Before Vox knew it, he was grunting and spilling all over his hand. “Shit!” He hadn’t come this fast in years. It was actually shocking how quickly he’d slammed into his climax. Once his head was clear, it occurred to him just how desperate he’d been. He hadn’t just thumbled himself; he’d fully degraded himself to a pathetically obsequious degree. He blinked and looked up at Lucifer, his hand filthy. This should have been the part where he tucked himself away, got up, and left, but he stayed kneeled to the floor. For the love of Satan, he needed to preserve what little dignity he had and just get up and leave, but instead he was kneeling there, awaiting Lucifer’s approval.

Lucifer enjoyed Vox’s little performance with a mild smile on his face. It was nice to see the sinner get so desperate from the sight of Alastor’s pussy, to the point that he was coming all over his hand.

When he realized that Vox was waiting for approval, rather than just trying to leave, he was thrilled. Vox was already so much better at this, and this was only his first time.

After all that, Lucifer was happy to offer his praise. ”What a lovely sight that was,” he purred, brushing his hand against the side of Vox’s screen. “You did well, pet.”

Now, it was time for Lucifer to clean the boys up and take care of them. He had a feeling that Alastor would want more later, but that could wait for when Vox was gone. Alastor hadn’t been filled with his seed yet, and Lucifer knew his husband would love to be taken care of later.

For now, they’d clean up. Lucifer spawned a damp cloth into his hand and wiped Vox’s soiled hand clean, then he cleaned the dried slick on his screen. “We’re done now. You can relax.” His cold demeanor was gone, now replaced with a far softer Lucifer. He grabbed Vox’s hand and guided him up, sitting him on the edge of the bed. Vox looked at him strangely, but followed him nonetheless, wondering where this was going.

Lucifer was used to only having one sub to care for, so he was trying his best to multitask. He cleaned Alastor off next, before dressing Alastor into some warm, loose clothing.

“Do you want a change of clothes?” he asked Vox. The TV sinner was still dressed but his clothes didn’t look very comfortable. “You can stay here for the night if you’d like.” Lucifer wouldn’t let him spend the night with them, but they’d stick around for long enough for Vox to fully come back to himself. And if Vox still wanted to stay the night, he could sleep in their guest bed while they went back to their room.

Lucifer led Alastor onto the bed and climbed in next to him. He gestured for Vox to join them. His attention momentarily moved back to Alastor, who he offered a glass of water, before he looked back to Vox, “Do you want something to drink?”

A frown dipped Vox’s lips as he looked between Lucifer and Alastor with bemusement. “No?” Why was he being offered a drink? Was this some part of the scene that he wasn’t getting? Lucifer had completely dropped that domineering attitude and was now acting like he was supposed to take care of Vox.

Bringing his gaze back to Alastor, he noticed that the deer was wrapped up in his warm clothing, looking content as he sipped from his water. Lucifer had immediately taken to cleaning him up and making sure he was nice and comfortable, even hydrating him. Now he was doing the same with Vox. Why? Vox wasn’t his husband. The most he’d done was suck his dick and jack off in front of him, and now Lucifer had cleaned him, was trying to give him new clothes, and offering for him to stay the night. When Vox and Valentino were done with a particularly rough session, they just rolled over and went to sleep. 

Vox didn’t join them in bed like Lucifer was asking, instead getting up and stepping away like the two Morningstars were sick with the plague. “No, I think I’m just gonna head home and try to forget about… whatever the fuck this all was.”

Prior to this situation, Lucifer didn’t know Vox well, so he didn’t know how he’d respond to the aftermath of having sex. He smiled when Vox seemed confused, because it reminded him of the way Alastor responded when they’d first started having sex. Alastor hadn’t understood why Lucifer went on to care for him after sex, especially after a really rough session. Now, Vox was acting the same.

Lucifer had shown Alastor that it was nice to be cared for after sex, and, if Vox wanted it, he’d take care of him too. Aftercare mattered a lot to Lucifer, and as the dominant in his relationship, he took it seriously.

However, if Vox wished to leave, Lucifer wouldn’t stop him. At the end of the day, Vox wasn’t Lucifer’s partner or someone he deeply cared for. He was happy to ease Vox out of his submission, but if that wasn’t what he wanted, he wouldn’t try to sway him.

“Alright.” Lucifer wrapped an arm around Alastor, pulling him close. If Vox was going to leave, then they’d probably head back to their own bedroom, where they could cuddle for a while, and likely end up fucking again.

“You’re welcome to stay, but if you want to go, that’s fine.” Lucifer would need to talk to Alastor about it, but he had a feeling that they’d be happy to do this again with Vox. “If you decide you want to do this again, give us a call.”

A confused glance was thrown Alastor’s way, who was barely paying attention. He’d chosen to snuggle up to his husband. His eyes had slipped shut as he looked perfectly safe in the arms of his partner. A soft kiss was planted to Lucifer’s jaw before he completely settled, seeming at peace. A strange jealousy brewed in Vox’s gut at the sight of Alastor so happy. The feeling was quickly thrown to the wayside and he turned away.

“I’ll think about it,” he said without thinking. He really didn’t want to. This had been a strange and frankly degrading experience, and a far cry from what he had come for.

Yet, even as he went back to the tower, thoughts of the night continued to haunt his mind. The vulnerability, the struggle to shed his pride, the heaviness of Lucifer’s cock on his tongue and the bitter taste of his come, sharing that taste with Alastor in a filthy kiss; safe to say, he didn’t fall asleep that night. 

Alastor and Lucifer were heavy on his mind for the next several days, and not just with the acts they’d committed. He was stuck on the dichotomy of Alastor — how such an independent and powerful overlord could find himself so happy in submission. Those ponderings were usually followed up with vivid visions of his own surrender, and how quickly he’d come despite being steeped in humiliation.

Vox told himself on repeat that he had no interest in going back. Yet, on the evening of the next Thursday, just as the sun was about to set on the horizon, he picked up his phone and made a call.