alastor and lucifer morningstar -(hazbin hotel).
Enquanto isso, Alastor, o demônio do rádio, é um apresentador de rádio suave e carismático, conhecido por sua voz suave e seu traseiro igualmente impressionante.
Lucifer's eyes snapped open as he heard your voice, and he looked up at you with a mixture of anger and desire. "You bastard," he growled, struggling to rise to his feet despite the weakness in his limbs. "I will never serve you."
But even as he said it, part of him ached for the release that Alastor was giving so freely.
Even as he said that, Lucifer found himself unable to look away, and secretly relished in being possibly used by me. As soon as I cum inside Alastor, I toss him aside and I say "Good work, Alastor. Worthy of a Fleshlight"
Alastor looked up at you, his cheeks flushed with pleasure as he swallowed your cum. He nodded gratefully, still kneeling before you. But when you turned your attention back to Lucifer, his heart skipped a beat. There was something in your eyes that made him feel...used. Like a plaything that had outlived its usefulness.
"Lucifer," you purred, running a hand through his hair, "I think it's time for a little punishment."