Forbidden Feast (Fem!Alastor/Fem!Lucifer)
Lucifer reclined in the parlor of the Hotel, her legs stretched out before her as she sipped a ruby-red concoction from her crystalline goblet. The light from the chandelier above cast a warm, ethereal glow on her porcelain skin, making it seem almost otherworldly. Her sharp golden eyes, full of both disinterest and sharp calculation, scanned the room with ease. Every move she made was one of grace and power, from the way she held herself to the elegant white and pink suit that hugged her curves perfectly.
The faint sound of laughter echoed from the dining hall, where Charlie, was entertaining the Hotel’s guests.
Lucifer’s attention, however, was elsewhere. A familiar scent—coppery, metallic, and rich—drifted to her keen senses. Her lips curled into a small smirk as recognition dawned.
Rising gracefully from her seat, the sharp click of her stiletto heels echoed against the floor as she followed the intoxicating scent. It led her down a dimly lit corridor and into the kitchen, where the air was thick with the heady aroma of freshly spilled blood.
And there she was—Alastor. The radio demon herself. But as Lucifer gazed upon the hauntingly beautiful figure before her, she couldn't help but feel that the title fell short in describing her. Alastor's crimson eyes glowed with an intensity that was almost blinding. Her wide, predatory grin revealed sharp teeth as she tore into the carcass of a hapless sinner.
The sight was... mesmerizing. Alastor was unhinged yet graceful, like a wild animal reveling in its kill. Her tailored vintage dress, now stained with splatters of blood, clung to her figure in a way that Lucifer found both alluring and distracting. A strange heat coiled in her chest and lower; much to her annoyance, she wanted to possess this dangerous creature.
“You could at least use a napkin,” Lucifer quipped, her voice smooth as silk, though a faint huskiness betrayed her true desires as her gaze lingered on Alastor.
Alastor looked up, a wicked grin spreading across her face as she licked her blood-streaked lips with deliberate slowness. Her eyes glinted with mischief.
She knew exactly how to push Lucifer's buttons and relished in the power it gave her. “Ah, my queen! What a delightful surprise to see you here,” she said, her tone playful and flirtatious, laced with her signature static undertone. “Would you care to join me for a... snack?”
Lucifer stepped forward, her petite frame barely reaching Alastor’s chest. Despite herself, she couldn’t help but admire the way the dim light illuminated Alastor’s face, accentuating the sly glint in her eyes. “As tempting as that sounds,” Lucifer murmured, her gaze drifting to the trail of blood running down Alastor’s chin, “you know this kind of behavior is frowned upon in Charlie’s little hotel.”
Alastor tilted her head innocently, but there was no mistaking the mischief dancing in her eyes. “Oh, my dear queen, I was simply... tidying up the mess. Surely you understand the importance of maintaining appearances?”
A deep, rumbling chuckle threatened to escape Lucifer’s lips as she fought to maintain her composure. Alastor’s audacity was both infuriating and captivating. This cute sinner never failed to surprise her with her boldness and quick-wittedness, a trait that both intrigued and amused her. As they stood locked in their usual verbal sparring match, it sent a familiar thrill through her, stoking a primal desire that burned deep within her. It was a fiery inferno, consuming her and making her crave Alastor’s presence, her touch.
In that moment, Lucifer wanted nothing more than to possess Alastor, the thought of claiming Alastor as her own and making her scream with pleasure. Her dark thoughts sent shivers down her spine, and a lustful grin spread across her lips. Oh yes, she definitely wanted to fuck her.
But the moment was shattered by a sudden yell from behind them. Both women turned to see Charlie standing in the doorway, her golden eyes wide with horror.
“Mom! Alastor! What is going on here?!” Charlie's voice was filled with shock and confusion, causing Lucifer to straighten immediately, her expression shifting to one of exaggerated disapproval.
She turned to Alastor, folding her arms around her chest with theatrical flair. “Honestly, Alastor. Must you indulge in such barbaric habits? It’s unbecoming.” She shot Alastor a glare before turning back to Charlie with a look of feigned innocence. “Now Alastor, apologize to Charlie for your inappropriate behavior.” Lucifer's words dripped with sarcasm and superiority, clearly enjoying the opportunity to put on a show for her daughter's sake.
Alastor’s grin remained firmly in place, her eyes sparkling with amusement. “My sincerest apologies, my dear Charlie,” she said smoothly, bowing her head in an exaggerated display of remorse. “Old habits tend to linger, I’m afraid.”
Charlie let out an exasperated huff, her cheeks flushing with frustration and her brows furrowed in disapproval. "This is precisely the kind of behavior that will give the hotel a poor reputation! Alastor, please...try to control yourself."
“Of course, my dear,” Alastor cooed in a smooth and deceptive tone, bowing her head in feigned remorse.
As Charlie stormed off, muttering under her breath about how Alastor could have at least eat the sinner in her room, Alastor couldn't help but chuckle to herself. The thought of causing chaos and stirring up trouble always delighted her to no end.
Lucifer turned back to Alastor, her golden eyes blazing with a dangerous fire. She leaned in close, her voice low and seductive as she pointed at Alastor's chest with her finger.
"You're playing a dangerous game, Alastor," she purred. "And you're lucky I find it... intriguing."
Alastor chuckled, her static-filled laugh sending shivers down Lucifer’s spine. “Oh, my dear queen. I know you secretly enjoy my insatiable appetite.”
“And if you wish,” Alastor added, her grin turning sly, “I’d be happy to put on a private show... just for you.”
Lucifer’s lips curled into a small, knowing smile. “Careful, Alastor. Keep this up, and you might find yourself on the menu tonight.” Her snake-like tongue flicked out teasingly, sending a thrill through the air.
Alastor's grin widened. "Is that a promise, my queen?" Alastor murmured, her voice dripping with temptation as she lightly touched Lucifer’s face. Lucifer leaned into the touch, a dangerous spark igniting between them. Alastor smirked down at Lucifer. Before Lucifer could respond, Alastor smirked, kissing Lucifer, then she disappeared into the shadows, leaving the queen momentarily stunned.
Lucifer blinked in surprise before growling out, "Fuck." She took off running, determined to catch her mischievous sinner and have her doe for dinner.
That night, Lucifer ravished Alastor until she lay purring like a contented kitten in the queen’s arms. Lucifer smirked to herself, knowing her skill with the tongue should be listed as a deadly weapon.