Female Alastor, Femslash one-shots

this fic is for Sh3lly290 hope you enjoy.

Note- female alphas cocks retracts in this omega universe, it's their choice if they ever want to used them.

warning -Psychological Abuse, Parental Emotional Abuse,
Religious Trauma, Religious Guilt / Internalized Shame, Cult-like Conditioning, Cult Influence
Brainwashing

Misogyny, Erotic Drama, Voyeurism (Camera Usage) , Clothing Kink, Corruption Kink , forced pleasure , Masturbation

it's get dark and smutty.
aka this is open ended

episode 1

The aroma of fresh, rich espresso and warm vanilla filled the sleek and modern hallways of the modeling agency. As Alastor hurried down the corridor, a tray of perfectly prepared coffees in one hand, her determined gaze focused on the door ahead while her red curls bounced with each step. Today, the petite omega, usually bubbling with humor and quick wit, was serious. As she navigated through the hustle and bustle of the agency, her bright, crimson eyes darted to the door, speeding up, not spilling a single drop.

She had a bet to win.

Lucifer and Vox, two of the most renowned supermodels in the industry and fierce alphas, had challenged her. They wanted their complicated coffee orders delivered within twenty minutes without a single flaw. It wasn't just a test of her skills; it was to prove she has gotten good at making coffee.

Alastor, an omega from a very small town, refused to let them have the satisfaction of seeing her fail, in something she had learn with no schooling.

As she arrived at Lucifer's dressing room first, she gracefully balanced the tray before knocking on the door. "Your morning delight has arrived, your highness," she chirped playfully, her Southern accent adding a teasing lilt to her words.

The door swung open to reveal Lucifer—short yet elegant, draped in a silk robe that barely concealed her perfection. Golden hair cascaded over her shoulders, and her scarlet-painted lips curled into a sly smirk. "Oh, coffee girl, I was beginning to think you'd lost your way."

Alastor scoffed at the insinuation. "Not a chance." She handed over the customized macchiato—two shots of espresso, a hint of vanilla, and precisely frothed milk. Lucifer took a sip, savoring the taste before giving Alastor a knowing look. "Well, color me impressed, you did a good job omega." Then Lucifer closed the door, Alastor blink dazed for a few seconds.

With the first delivery complete, Alastor took a quick breath and checked it off mentally. Her heart raced as she hurried to Vox's studio, eager to win the bet. She pushed open the door without hesitation, already anticipating the presence of this model.

Sure enough, Vox lounged on a couch, her electric blue nails tapping rhythmically against her phone screen. The sleek back of her hair and perfectly winged eyeliner gave her an air of unapproachable confidence, but the mischievous glint in her blue eyes told a different story.

Without missing a beat, Vox purred at Alastor's arrival, taking in Alastor's appearance as she slowly sat up; her robe started to slide down, giving a full view of cleavage. Vox made a beckoning motion with her finger towards Alastor. "You're one second late, Omega," she remarked with a sly grin.

Alastor's muscles tensed, knowing what was coming next. She handed over the coffee—iced, half-caf, oat milk, with a drizzle of caramel—just the way Vox asked.

Vox took a slow sip, drawing out the moment as Lucifer appeared in the doorway with her own coffee in hand. Amusement danced in Lucifer's eyes as she observed the interaction between Alastor and Vox. "Perfect, yet still a second late, Alastor." Vox said.

"We win the bet, coffee girl," Lucifer taunted.

Vox chuckled in agreement. "Now what to do with our tardy omega, Lucy?"

Alastor bristled at being referred to as their omega, but before she could protest, both alphas shared a knowing look that made something uneasy settle in her stomach as they both started to step closer to her; she knew whatever they had planned for her wouldn't be pleasant.

Lucifer placed a hand on her shoulder while Vox mirrored her movements on the other side. Alastor's discomfort grew as they both began to hum and nod in unison as they started trailing their hands over her.

"Stop touching me!" Alastor finally snapped; unnerved by their synchronized actions, people back home would think she is some kind of whore for letting alphas touch her like that.

Both alphas exchanged sly grins before turning back to her. "Alastor, you were late; you'll have lost the bet," Lucifer declared with a wicked gleam in her eye. "Unless you want to break our agreement, I can call up the lawyer. " Alastor shook her head no.

"We have a special idea for you, Alastor" Vox teased.

"So get ready for a special modeling session for your alphas, coffee girl," Lucifer said with a wicked smile.

"We're going to make you even prettier," Vox added in a teasing tone. "Less old-fashioned and show a bit more skin just for your alphas."

Alastor's cheeks flushed with embarrassment at their words; she felt self-conscious about being seen or considered pretty by others. It was something she had never desired or pursued—only her future mate’s opinion of her should ever matter.

"Don't worry, our cute omega," Vox reassured her. "These pictures will be for our eyes only—think of it as our little secret."

Alastor tilted her head, considering their words. She doesn't know why they would want pictures of her. Though the thought that no one else would see them did make her feel slightly reassured. After a moment, she nodded. "Okay," she whispered, bracing herself. "When do we do this?"

"Great," Lucifer said with a satisfied smirk. She exchanged a knowing glance with Vox before giving Alastor a mischievous smile. "How about this weekend?" Lucifer suggested.

Vox added their address. "This will be a great weekend, our little omega. You don’t have to bring anything, we'll get everything for you."

Alastor nodded slowly, trying to push away any doubts or fears that crept into her mind. She could do this; she could be their model this weekend, hoping she didn't regret it later.

Episode 2

Lucifer and Vox strode through the high-end boutique, their arms piled high with a collection of garments ranging from scandalous to downright sinful. The two alphas exchanged knowing smirks as they sifted through racks of designer clothing, their minds filled with tantalizing images of a certain redheaded omega.

"I can already envision her in this," Vox purred, holding up a short, flirty mini skirt. The fabric shimmered under the store's lights. "Can you imagine the way she'd fidget, trying to tug it down, Lucy?" Vox's blue eyes gleamed with mischief.

And while she kept struggling, she ended up showing off her ass. Then when their omega tries to cover her ass, they will get a peek of her covered cunt. Vox wonders out loud if she shaves or has a bush. Lucifer hopes their old-fashioned omega doesn't shave; it will be fun to tease her. Either way, the thought of Alastor squirming under their watchful gaze sent a thrill through both of them.

Lucifer chuckled, running her fingers along a delicate, lacy bra with matching underwear. She carefully selected a few pieces, admiring the intricate details and appreciating how they would look on their omega. "Oh, absolutely," she agreed. "And this..." she plucked a sheer blouse from the rack, tilting her head in amusement. "Alastor would be mortified."

Both women laughed at the image of their reserved 'coffee girl' blushing furiously, arms crossed over her chest in a desperate attempt to conceal her ample assets beneath the sheer fabric.

What color would her nipples be? The unspoken question hung between them, igniting a fire of desire within them. Lucifer spoke with lust in her voice. "We should turn up the AC to make it colder," Lucifer suggested. Vox grinned in agreement with her girlfriend.

"Don't forget these," Vox chimed in, tossing a pair of tight booty shorts onto their growing pile, along with a cropped top that promised to tease just enough underboob if Alastor moved just right.

Lucifer hummed in approval before picking up a sultry, blood-red nightgown. She ran her fingers over it thoughtfully. “I wonder if she even owns anything remotely close to this,” she mused aloud.

"Doubtful," Vox smirked. But that’s why we are such good alphas to help our omega to expand her… wardrobe.” Just the thought of their prudish and old-fashioned omega transforming into a seductive vixen just for them and them alone sent a delicious wave of anticipation through both alphas.

Next came the heels. Then hair products (because Alastor’s unruly curls deserved attention). And, of course, makeup to enhance those crimson eyes. Their little omega wouldn’t just be cute this weekend—she would be breathtaking.

"We’re going to have so much fun this weekend," Lucifer murmured, a wicked grin curling on her lips.

Vox nodded in agreement, tossing another handful of garments into their ever-growing haul. "She has no idea what she's in for." Then, something caught their eye. A backless red dress with a daring slit that traveled all the way up the thigh. Both women grinned in unison, grabbing it without hesitation.

Yes, they were perverts who reveled in the idea of corrupting and claiming their innocent omega. But they also wanted her to have fun with them… even if Alastor had no clue what they had planned for her.

episode 3

Alastor hesitated at the doorstep of Lucifer and Vox’s home, her fingers nervously twisting a loose strand of hair as tremors rippled through her slender frame. She stood there, a cocktail of emotions swirling within apprehension mixed with an undeniable curiosity that tugged at her thoughts.

As she prepared to cross the boundary into the domain of two imposing alphas, it felt forbidden, a delicious thrill of anxiety coursing through her veins. She had always tried to keep her distance from alphas. Yet here she was, her heart pounding in her chest, knowing she was doing something she was taught not to do, but she was also taught to keep one's word.

Summoning her courage with a deep, steadying breath, Alastor raised her hand to knock, only for the door to swing open before her knuckles could make contact. Standing in the doorway was Lucifer, exuding an effortless, unapologetic confidence that made Alastor's cheeks flush a deep scarlet. The stark nudity of Lucifer’s form seemed to command the very air around her, and Alastor instinctively averted her gaze, stuttering, "I—I’m sorry!" Her voice was a fragile whisper of mortification. "I must have arrived too early."

Lucifer’s smirk was a wicked blend of mischief and allure as she leaned lazily against the doorframe, entirely unperturbed by her lack of clothing. In a moment of involuntary curiosity, Alastor's eyes flickered downward, catching an unexpected and unfamiliar sight of a penis resting above Lucifer’s vagina; she quickly looked away, her stomach knotting with a sensation she had never felt before.

A rush of conflicting thoughts assailed her; she had only heard rumors whispered in hushed tones about the unusual anatomy of female alphas possessing both a penis and a vagina. She had dismissed these as nothing more than idle gossip from her omega sisters and a few omega brothers, tales with no grounding in reality. Yet here was Lucifer, who was standing before her, tangible proof—proof she hadn’t anticipated. As she caught sight of Lucifer’s growing arousal, her cheeks flamed anew with horror. This was a moment meant for mates only.

“There’s no need to be shy, my coffee girl,” Lucifer teased, her voice a smooth blend of amusement with something darker. “Come in; I’ll get dressed.” Her golden eyes sparkled with unspoken promises as she added playfully, “Alastor, you really don’t need to be embarrassed by what you just saw...” With a gentle touch, Lucifer twirled a finger around one of Alastor's curls. "Sweetheart, don't you find it…delightful watching my cock react for you, Alastor? It's only telling you that I got pleasure from you admiring it; it's saying hello. Would you like to give it a handshake? Or do you want to see what's happening underneath my cock?"

At Lucifer's words, Alastor could only manage a breathless gasp, overwhelmed by the explicit nature of this encounter. She barely managed to stammer out an exclamation, “Pervert.” Lucifer’s laughter, warm and knowing, filled the air.

“Yes, indeed I am,” Lucifer replied softly, adding with a teasing lilt, “And I’m getting wet just for you, so be a good girl this weekend." She winked, leaning closer. “You may end up begging for mommy to fuck you." Alastor gasped in shock; she had never been spoken to in such a way. Lucifer was truly a pervert, just as her mama and father had warned her might happen if she ventured beyond their small town.

Still trembling and flushed with humiliation, Alastor stepped inside, entering a space that was both elegant and unexpectedly intimate. The room was adorned with framed pictures of Vox and Lucifer on the walls, their smiles and shared moments captured in time. She had never known that Vox and Lucifer were together; it was a revelation to her that two alphas could even be in a relationship.

Her father had always dictated what was acceptable, so she had kept to herself or mingled only with those raised under the same strict beliefs her parents upheld. Since moving away, she had been overwhelmed by a whirlwind of culture shock. Not many had wanted to talk to her or be her friend, calling her a “country bumpkin” with no education. The owner of the coffee shop had been the nicest person she'd met since moving to the big city. Well, Vox and Lucifer had been kind to her too, but they were alphas, and she has to be careful.

No sooner had she entered the living room than she was met with Vox, equally nude, moving with an air of unhurried disregard. Each step was deliberate, a testament to her calm, carefree demeanor as she strolled past Alastor, completely unbothered, with no hint of any shame. The room seemed to pulse with an intoxicating blend of desire and defiant freedom, causing Alastor’s throat to constrict and her face to flush a deep shade of red. “D-Do you two really just wander around like this all the time, unburdened by any shame and sin?” she stammered, her voice quivering as she struggled to maintain her composure. Alastor could hardly believe what she was seeing; bodies were supposed to be covered at all times except for bathing, dressing, or during mating.

Vox’s eyes gleamed with playful mischief as she noticed Alastor’s distress. With graceful ease, she halted and, with a theatrical flourish, plopped down beside the trembling omega on a plush, velvet couch. She spread her legs in a provocative invitation, one leg draped over the back of the couch while the other dangled off the edge. Her arms rested languidly behind her head, a picture of confident relaxation. “Well, our little omega showed up earlier than expected,” she purred, her voice laced with mischief and teasing. She stretched luxuriously, adding, “Tell me, are you enjoying the view, my omega?”

Alastor squeezed her eyes shut, desperately trying to preserve any semblance of calm and composure. Her mama’s voice echoed in her mind, warning her to close herself off from such forbidden sights. Yet, her omega instincts whispered to her, urging her to surrender to the alpha's presence and just take a little peek. Alastor tried to fight it, but she couldn’t help noticing the stark differences: Vox’s penis was thicker than Lucifer’s, and the alpha vagina was glistening with dampness that still looked wet, along with a fresh bite mark clearly visible on her inner thigh. Alastor then realizes how hard Vox's penis is, and Alastor's eyes widen with realization.

Had she interrupted Vox and Lucifer just before they were about to engage in intimacy? “I—I didn’t see anything,” she lied, as though hoping that falsehood could erase the internal struggle raging within her. Images of pleasure and defiance clashed violently with the values she had been taught since her youth, values that had warned her to steer clear of lustful thoughts steeped in carnal desire, to avoid indulging in such acts until one was ready to mate for life with the one they were courting with. Now, she found herself lost in conflicting emotions and ingrained beliefs, torn between the world she had known and the alluring, unfamiliar one.

In the next room, Lucifer rummaged through a nearby dresser with careless precision, her laughter a low, amused purr that filled the space. “Oh, sweetheart, you certainly did see something,” she teased, her voice a mix of playful mockery and undeniable assertiveness. A spark danced in her eyes as she silently mused, did her adorable coffee girl truly forget that alphas could detect even the faintest trace of arousal?

With slow, deliberate grace, Vox leaned in, a glint of mischief flashing in her eyes. Her slender finger gently guided Alastor’s chin upward, compelling their gazes to merge in a moment of intimacy. “And judging by the way you smell, I’d say you enjoyed it,” she cooed in a velvety murmur. Her voice lowered to a sultry whisper that sent shivers down Alastor’s spine, Vox continued, “If you behave like a good girl this weekend for me, maybe I’ll let you choose: whether it’s a taste of my pussy, my cock, or even both.”

Alastor’s protest emerged as a fragile, feeble whisper, overwhelmed by the rush of desire and the weight of ingrained propriety. “I—I did not!” she stammered, her voice quivering with inner turmoil. “I’m sorry, Vox, I can’t—” The words faltered as she struggled to express herself without sounding defiant or like a whore. “I... I mean, I don’t want any taste of what you’re offering me,” she said, hesitantly gesturing downward, her voice thick with the life that had taught her to reserve passion only for the moment of lifelong commitment.“I was raised to never indulge in such acts until I’m mated. I’m sorry.”

Vox responded with a snort, her amusement evident as she savored the clash between the tradition and temptation happening on Alastor's face, which gave it away, and Vox thought, Fuck, Alastor is truly adorable in every way.

Finally, Lucifer unearthed a set of garments. With practiced ease, she dressed in a loose, pristine white top paired with boxer shorts that skimmed her form. She casually tossed a blue shirt and matching boxer shorts toward Vox. “Get dressed, Vox. Our shy little omega seems utterly overwhelmed,” she declared in a tone blending gentle authority with a teasing edge. Lucifer then put her hair up in a messy bun.

Vox pouts dramatically for a heartbeat before slipping into the clothes with deliberately slow, sensual movements. Each motion seemed choreographed to hold Alastor’s attention captive, a deliberate dance of seduction designed to provoke curiosity and ignite desire. As Vox slowly pulled the shirt over her head, her smirk remained unbroken, observing every flicker of interest that danced across Alastor’s eyes. Vox then ran her hands in her hair.

Lucifer gracefully settled beside Alastor on the couch, crossing her legs. With a tender, almost affectionate gesture, she brushed a stray curl from Alastor’s ear. “Alastor, you’re going to have so much fun; you might not even want to leave come Monday,” she murmured softly, her voice laced with both promise and mischief. “Now, let’s get you ready.”

Alastor swallowed hard, her pulse racing in her chest; this weekend pressed down upon her. This was far more than just letting them take pictures of her as their model; in that delicate, vulnerable moment, Alastor felt torn between terror and longing. A silent plea surged within her, a desperate prayer for protection, a fervent wish not to be ensnared by their enticing, taboo allure before the proper time. She could not, would not, succumb to temptation until it was truly meant for the right time to mate, because if she fell into sin, she would cause them to sin with her.

Episode 4

Alastor stood awkwardly in the middle of the makeshift studio, which had been set up in Vox and Lucifer's bedroom. Her heart pounded against her ribcage, the rapid beat nearly drowning out the soft hum of the camera equipment that filled the air. The room was bathed in a warm, golden glow from the dimmed lighting, casting long shadows that danced across the walls. Lucifer and Vox exchanged knowing glances, their eyes sparkling with mischievous delight, as if they were conspirators in some delicious secret.

The wardrobe, or lack thereof, that they had chosen for her was nothing short of scandalous. Bold, daring, and utterly foreign to anything she had ever worn. The satisfied, almost predatory smirks playing on their lips made it painfully clear that this was just the beginning of the "fun" they had planned for her.

Vox handed her a delicate lace thong, her grin widening into a Cheshire-like smile when Alastor hesitated, her fingers trembling slightly.
"Why would someone want to wear only a piece of string?" Alastor asked aloud, examining it between her fingers.
Alastor waited expectantly for a bra, but when nothing else was handed to her, she frowned.
“…What about a bra?” She asked, her voice tinged with hope and a touch of desperation, silently praying they had one to offer.

Lucifer let out a soft, velvety chuckle that seemed to wrap around her like silk. “You won’t need one,” she purred, stepping closer until Alastor could feel the warmth of her presence.
Alastor swallowed thickly, suddenly acutely aware of the coolness in the room, as if the temperature had dropped just for her. A slight shiver ran down her spine, and she rubbed her arms in an attempt to ward off the cold. “Is it always this cold in your room?” she murmured.

Vox, engrossed with adjusting different cameras, barely acknowledged her question. “We like to keep it cool in here,” she said, as if it were the most natural thing in the world.

Lucifer smirked, her golden eyes gleaming with mischief. “I think it’s just you, sweetheart. You must be sensitive.”
Alastor bit her lip, unsure how to respond, her mind a whirlwind of uncertainty and vulnerability.

Shivering slightly, she watched as Vox continued tinkering with the camera along with a laptop while Lucifer sorted through a collection of clothes. She held up a mini skirt, its fabric catching the light and casting shimmering reflections around the room.

“Put this on, sweetheart," she cooed softly, her eyes gleaming with predatory excitement. "It’ll look perfect on you.”
Alastor felt heat creep across her cheeks as she accepted the skirt from Lucifer’s outstretched hands. The material was scandalously short, barely enough to cover her hips, yet she had little choice but to comply. She could feel their eyes tracking her every movement, savoring her hesitation as if it were their favorite form of entertainment.

Then, Vox handed her a crop top.
“Vox, I really need a bra for this,” Alastor protested, feeling the flimsy material between her fingers as though it might disintegrate at any moment. She worried about how big her breasts were; what if they fell right out?
Vox snorted, leaning in close enough that Alastor could feel the warmth of her breath against her skin. “Your breasts don’t need a bra right now, Alastor. Honestly, it’s cute how you’ve managed to keep them hidden for so long.”

Blushing furiously, Alastor snatched the clothes and darted into the bathroom, shutting the door firmly behind her with a soft click, desperate for a moment of solitude.
She exhaled sharply, her breath fogging the mirror as she stared at her reflection.
I can do this, she told herself. It's just pictures; let them take them.

With unsteady hands, she took off both of her well-worn shirts and unclasped her bra, a worn, weary piece that had certainly seen better days.
As she slipped on the crop top, Alastor gasped at how snug it was, the fabric clinging to her skin like a second layer. Too snug. The bottom hem barely reached past her ribs, and her breasts threatened to peek out from underneath if she moved too suddenly, a precarious balance of modesty and exposure.

Swallowing down a fresh wave of nerves, she unbuttoned her jeans and slid them off, hesitating before removing her underwear. The thong felt unnatural as she pulled it on, a constant reminder of just how little fabric there was; truly nothing more than a piece of string.

She shifted uncomfortably, frowning at the unfamiliar sensation. Alastor then moved on to the mini skirt—only to find that no matter how much she tugged it down, it had other ideas. The fabric stubbornly rode up with every subtle movement, as if it were alive with its own mischievous intent. This is humiliating, she thought, staring at her reflection with wide, uncertain eyes.

Taking a deep breath, she willed herself to step back into the bedroom. The moment her foot crossed the threshold, Lucifer’s golden eyes darkened with intrigue, like a predator spotting its prey, while Vox’s lips curled into a devilish grin, a playful glimmer dancing in her gaze.

“Well, look at that,” Vox teased, her voice a silky, melodic purr that filled the air. “You look absolutely adorable, darling. But you're holding back.”

Alastor squirmed under their piercing gazes, instinctively tugging the hem of her skirt lower. Yet, as if mocking her futile attempt at modesty, the fabric defiantly inched back up, drawing Lucifer and Vox’s attention. Their gazes sharpened with a predatory focus, and in that moment, she realized the issue: they had gotten a glimpse of her unkempt private area.

Her heart plummeted; a wave of shame crashed over her. She averted her eyes, turning her head away in embarrassment, convinced that her lack of grooming must be repulsive to them. A strangled noise of mortification lodged in her throat, her cheeks aflame as she quickly moved her hands to shield herself.

But before she could, Lucifer’s fingers, soft, warm, and gently wrapped around her wrists, effortlessly pulled them away.
“No need for that, sweetheart,” Lucifer murmured, her touch lingering like a whisper of temptation straight out of Eden, sending a shiver down Alastor’s spine. “I was wondering if my omega would have such a lovely bush that would be hiding pure honey for their alpha to consume.”

Vox tilted her head, her manicured finger tapping thoughtfully against her lips, as though pondering a delightful secret. “Honestly,” she mused with a soft, almost tender lilt, “it’s kind of… endearing. Will you let me tend underneath your lovely bush that you have grown?"
Alastor wished for nothing more than to disappear into the ground and vanish from sight.

Before she could fumble out a response, Lucifer gracefully stepped back, her delicate fingers reaching for the camera. With a knowing smirk, she gestured toward the other cameras positioned strategically around the room.

“Strike a pose, sweetheart,” Lucifer instructed, her voice smooth and inviting, wrapping around Alastor like a warm blanket. “We need to capture the look.”

With reluctance weighing on her limbs, Alastor complied, shifting awkwardly on her feet as she sought a position that felt even remotely right, trying not to expose too much skin in the mini skirt that barely covered her and the crop top that threatened to reveal even more than she was comfortable with. Every movement felt risky, as if the slightest shift would bare too much, making her cheeks flush with self-conscious heat.

Vox clicked her tongue in disapproval, a sound sharp as a whip crack. "That won’t do, Alastor; you are too stiff."

In a flurry of motion, hands guided her Lucifer, tilting her chin with a delicate touch, adjusting her gaze to a more flattering angle, while Vox shifted her hips, aligning her in a way that accentuated her natural curves. The persistent adjustments left Alastor breathless, her skin tingling with the heat of their proximity. Her stomach twisted with nervous energy as she felt the fabric of her skirt ride up slightly, exposing her inner thighs. She swallowed hard, determined not to fidget too much.

The first few flashes left her stiff and unsure, but as the session continued, the tension in her body slowly began to unravel—if only a fraction.
Lucifer and Vox slid into the frame effortlessly, their bodies pressing close, enveloping her in their presence. Alastor barely had time to question it before Lucifer's warm breath caressed her ear.

"We’re just helping you pose, sweetheart."

Helping?

Then why was Lucifer coaxing her onto Vox’s lap?

Alastor barely registered the next set of flashes before Lucifer’s hand glided smoothly along her thigh. The touch sent shivers down her spine as she tried not to flinch when a warm finger brushed aside her thong, but the weight of their gazes on her body made her hyper-aware of every sensation. As she laid her head on Lucifer’s lap, while Vox lifted her chin, their lips were mere inches apart. She hadn’t even noticed when Lucifer had coaxed her into kneeling between them, her head resting against Lucifer’s thigh as she instinctively reached up for Vox.

Vox chuckled, her arms tightening securely around Alastor’s waist in a reassuring embrace. "You’re such a good girl, darling."

Lucifer had her positioned in a chair, legs apart, her body leaning forward, as though surrendering to the moment. The skirt did not cover her at all now, making her fidget nervously, her hands gripping the edges of the seat for stability. The crop top, already precarious, shifted slightly, and she quickly crossed her arms to prevent any more unwanted exposure.

Alastor wasn’t sure how she managed to breathe. Her mind swirled in a haze of warmth and confusion.

As she looked up at Lucifer, her tongue peeked out involuntarily, betraying her inner turmoil. Why was this warmth growing inside her while the air outside felt so cold?

Lucifer’s gaze met hers, a tender smile teasing at the corners of her lips as she gently played with Alastor’s hair in an intimate gesture. Lucifer spoke softly, “Such a good girl you are being; Alpha is proud of you,” she murmured.

Lucifer ran her wrist under Alastor’s nose, and instinctively, Alastor inhaled Lucifer's scent. The effect was immediate; her pulse quickened, and a deep warmth settled in her chest.

Her eyes fluttered closed as she felt the tender brush of Lucifer’s fingers tracing along her lips. A tantalizing urge stirred within her, but she fought it back, letting the cool air wash over her. Pleading softly, her eyes held a mix of lust and worry.

"Lucifer, don’t touch me like that, please. You are not my alpha. Only mates can act in such a way," Alastor whimpered as the heat surged anew.

Lucifer smiled, a knowing look in her eyes. "Okay, Alastor."

Alastor jumped slightly as Vox’s voice suddenly pierced the air.

“Next!” Vox exclaimed, her voice brimming with excitement as she presented Alastor with a sheer shirt, so translucent it barely concealed the soft curves of her form beneath. The delicate fabric fell just past her thighs, a teasing veil that hinted at what lay beneath rather than hiding it.

Alastor’s eyes widened, a mix of disbelief and hesitant desire flickering across her face as she took in the garment. The very thought of wearing something so revealing made her skin prickle with unease. It was as though she were standing naked before them already. Instinctively, she clutched at her chest, trembling fingers pressing against herself as if that alone could shield her from their gaze.

“You don’t need to hide, darling,” Lucifer purred, her voice laced with equal parts reassurance and mischief, savoring the way Alastor squirmed under their attention. “No one is judging you here.”

A reluctant sigh escaped Alastor’s lips. There was no point in delaying the inevitable—running off to the bathroom to change would only amuse them further. Slowly, she turned her back to them, lifting her snug crop top over her head. The cool air sent a shiver down her spine as her bare skin was exposed, vulnerable under their watchful eyes. With careful precision, she slipped the sheer garment over herself. The shirt clung to her like mist, offering nothing in the way of true coverage.

In a feeble attempt at modesty, she crossed her arms over her chest, as though this simple act could protect her. Yet when she finally turned back around, their lingering stares made her feel like a sinner.

Vox clicked her tongue in teasing disapproval. “You’re hiding your breasts from us,” she chided, her smile laced with enjoyment. “Just let your arms fall.” Her gaze dipped lower, a flicker of satisfaction dancing in her eyes. “And that mini skirt, darling, take it off. The shirt is more than enough to leave us admiring every inch of your gorgeous form.”

Alastor swallowed hard, glancing down at herself. The flimsy material offered no real coverage; it's merely a tantalizing glimpse of her silhouette. The thong beneath felt laughable as a barrier—an insubstantial shield between concealment and exposure.

“Come on, sweetheart,” Lucifer coaxed gently, giving her a soft yet insistent nudge, as if urging a reluctant flower to unfurl. “Let us relish in the sight of that gorgeous body of yours.” Her voice carried a promise, a reminder of the wager sealed in ink and contract.

“Remember, little Omega,” Lucifer murmured, her golden eyes darkening with something deeper, something inescapable. “You lost the bet.”

Alastor stiffened, the weight of the words pressing down on her.

“As per our agreement, should you break its terms, you must pay us if you refuse to do what we asked of you.” Lucifer’s lips curled as she tilted her head, her gaze sharp with amusement and something far more possessive.

Alastor’s pulse thundered in her ears. She had tried to read the contract, her frustration winning out, with all those big words; the only thing she understood was payment, that she would have to pay them for breaking the deal.

Lucifer licked her lips as she watched how Alastor averted her gaze from Lucifer, uncertainty flickering in her expression. Alastor had never fully read the contract, or better to say, she had trouble reading it. Lucifer was grateful for how Alastor's parents never properly educated her, never allowed her to finish her schooling; it certainly helped her and Vox.

Alastor believed payment just meant money after she had given up trying to understand the contract, but in truth, her forfeit would come in the form of something far more binding: becoming their cherished mate.

Either way, by the end of the weekend, she would be theirs. Whether by breaking the deal or by willingly stepping into the carefully laid trap they had set for her.

Alastor hesitated, biting her lip as she stood frozen, her body trembling under the weight of their command. She exhaled deeply before finally allowing her arms to fall to her sides. The cool air kissed her exposed skin, causing her nipples to harden, a reaction that did not go unnoticed.

Both alphas drank in the sight before them, their gazes darkening with pleasure. Their omega’s nipples were a delicate shade of brown, which only added to her allure. With every breath she took, the sheer shirt shifted, teasingly revealing glimpses of the provocative thong beneath, offering no real concealment.

Between the chill of the room and the heat of their hungry stares, a shiver went through her. She fought the urge to cover herself again, knowing that any attempt at modesty would be dismissed.

Then, the camera clicked.

Lucifer and Vox began snapping photos, their lenses capturing every flicker of emotion that crossed Alastor’s face. Uncertainty, vulnerability, and something else simmering beneath the surface. The charged atmosphere deepened as the alphas reveled in their omega's hesitant submission, their eyes gleaming with a mixture of admiration and hunger.

Vox, no longer content with simply watching, set her camera aside and stepped toward Alastor. Meanwhile, Lucifer remained behind the lens, her gaze unwavering as she captured every moment, every shift in their omega’s expression.

With a satisfied click, Lucifer continued, her fingers steady, her intent clear, each photo painting a story of their omega's first taste of pleasure.

Episode 5

Without warning, Vox swept Alastor into her arms. The sudden movement sent a shockwave through her, drawing a startled scream from her lips. In a soothing, almost hypnotic murmur, Vox reassured her, "Shh, it’s okay. I’ve got you, Alastor." Her steady grip was grounding, a quiet promise of safety. Pressed against Vox’s warmth, Alastor whimpered, her heart pounding in her chest.

The insistent heat of Vox’s body rubbed against her own, the contrast of the cold air heightening every sensation. Each movement sent a new wave of warmth through her, igniting something deep inside. A warning echoed in her mind—her mother’s voice, urging her to stop, to resist leading an alpha into sin. But that voice was fading, drowned out by the instinctive purring of her omega nature, craving her alpha’s touch.

The heat kept building steadily, chasing away the chill in the air, leaving only the fire within her. Confusion and desire tangled in Alastor’s thoughts. What was this overwhelming sensation? A dampness formed between her thighs, mingling with Vox’s own. She whimpered, feeling herself grow wetter with each slow, deliberate movement. It thrilled her. It terrified her. She had never felt anything like this before.

Vox whispered something to her about how it can retract, "What retracts?" Alastor panted out.

Tears welled in her eyes as she gazed up at Vox, her voice trembling as she moaned her name. Vox quickened her pace, the friction between them becoming unbearable. Alastor’s thong, now utterly ruined, Vox’s pre-cum dripped onto her lower stomach, mixing in with both juices of Vox and hers, already coating Alastor’s folds and thighs. The intensity sent her spiraling, lost in sensation.

Vox gently placed a wrist in front of Alastor’s nose. As she inhaled deeply, her eyes glazed over, her omega instincts starting to awaken.

“You’re doing so well, omega, just keep breathing in my scent like a very good girl,” Vox murmured as Alastor obeyed, surrendering to the pull of her instincts as Vox carefully settled her into Lucifer’s lap.

With an intimacy that spoke of shared secrets, Lucifer’s lips descended onto Alastor’s neck, each tender kiss igniting sparks of anticipation. She trailed her lips slowly down one side of the omega’s neck, reaching the very place where alphas left their mark to claim their mate. Lucifer softly ran her tongue along the spot, teasing, before gently biting down, never once breaking the skin.

As Lucifer continued her slow, deliberate kisses and playful nips, Alastor’s eyes flickered with an unspoken invitation. She watched as Vox deliberately slipped off her now completely soaked thong. Vox held Alastor close for a few moments, whispering soft praises about what a good omega she was being for her alphas.

“So proud of you,” Vox murmured, her lips brushing Alastor’s ear. “Letting us take care of you like this, darling.” Vox touched Alastor's lips with her finger before kissing her softly. Running her tongue along her lips, Alastor slowly opened her mouth; Vox slipped her tongue, and with care, she ran it along Alastor's tongue. When Vox heard her omega panting into her mouth, she moved away; her saliva mixed with Alastor. Alastor started to whine as her lips started to quiver.

Lucifer placed her wrist in front of Alastor’s nose, Vox doing the same.
“Breathe in our scent, omega,” Lucifer whispered, her voice low and commanding. “Your loving alphas’ scent.”

Alastor leaned back into Lucifer’s chest, her breasts like soft pillows against Alastor’s head. She tried to nestle herself deeper into Lucifer’s embrace, letting out a soft sigh. She felt safe and protected, cradled in the arms of her alphas. Her mind drifted asleep, surrendering as her omega instincts fully took control.

Soft, contented purrs filled the bedroom, but the omega had yet to fully grasp the deeper pleasure awaiting her. Relaxed in Lucifer’s embrace, Alastor barely noticed the subtle shift as Lucifer leaned back in her chair, her legs spreading apart.

Lucifer’s hands moved slowly, tracing down Alastor’s stomach, fingertips gliding over her belly button before descending further. She hesitated for a moment as her fingers hovered over Alastor’s untouched bush, savoring the sight. A low grunt escaped Lucifer, arousal deepening at the mere sight of her omega’s natural beauty. With careful reverence, she reached out, letting her fingers stroke gently over the unshaven hair.

Before she could continue, Vox’s hand covered hers, guiding her movements. Both alphas began to pet their omega in soft, steady strokes, their touches synchronized in perfect harmony. Alastor’s hips started to move instinctively, responding to every caress. Small moans and breathy pants filled the air, growing louder as Lucifer’s fingers pressed more firmly, her touch deliberate, stroking in a steady rhythm.

With every movement, Alastor’s body reacted, her hips rolling, pressing into their hands, each shift brushing her against Lucifer’s firm, guiding touch. Vox’s fingers moved in tandem, adding to the overwhelming pleasure as they continued their slow, methodical worship of their omega. While Lucifer cock pressed hard along Alastor's soaking core resting along her folds, three inches peeking out beneath Alastor's bush like it’s hiding in the coverage of her omega-loving warmth.

“That’s it, Alastor. Let us show you who you belong to,” Lucifer cooed. “Feel how Vox is caressing you with such care.”
A dreamy smile spread across Alastor’s face as she softly purred and moved her hips. Vox’s tongue was precise, deliberate, tracing intoxicating patterns along her heat. Alastor moaned as fresh new honey started to flow as Vox's tongue gently slipped into her folds, softly pushing them open so delicately, purposefully, like a honeybee landing upon a flower to collect its pollen.

Lucifer’s fingers sought out Alastor’s most sensitive spot, her touch gliding smoothly, igniting waves of pleasure as she traced over Alastor’s clit.
“Feel my touch, come for your alphas, little omega,” Lucifer whispered, her voice husky with desire. “And give Vox the sweetest honey you’ve kept buried under your bush.”

The combined artistry of Vox’s skillful touch and Lucifer’s slow, sensual strokes sent Alastor over the edge, her body responding with a shuddering climax. The cameras set around them silently chronicled every decadent moment, capturing the raw intimacy they shared. Their ministrations continued, teasing every ounce of pleasure, stoking the fire deep within Alastor, nudging her ever closer to surrender.

They indulged in their omega, savoring every reaction, until Alastor’s senses gently guided her toward awakening.

A tiny, vulnerable moan escaped Alastor’s lips as Lucifer’s fingers grazed over her nipple before drawing it into her mouth. A low, satisfied hum vibrated from Lucifer as her tongue swirled around it, her teeth grazing lightly against the hardened surface before pressing a soft kiss against it. She continued to play with Alastor’s breast, teasing and coaxing, her movements equal parts tenderness and torment that made her plead for Lucifer to stop.

“Please… stop,” Alastor pleaded, though the breathless hitch in her voice betrayed her. Her chest rose and fell rapidly, her mind struggling to steady itself against the waves of pleasure crashing over her. The intense sensations were battling for dominance, threatening to consume her completely.

Lucifer placed one last lingering kiss against Alastor’s nipple before finally releasing her.

In that moment, the cameras captured an angelic pause: Alastor’s body arching backward, her luxurious curls cascading over her face as they nearly kissed the ground, her legs draped effortlessly over Vox’s shoulders. Vox held her hips in a firm yet gentle grip, her eyes burning with insatiable hunger as she took in the intoxicating scent of Alastor, savoring it, letting it fill her senses completely.

Alastor shivered as the sudden warmth caressing the space between her thighs was gone, only to be replaced with the chilly air of the room. She ached for that heat, missing the feeling of being enveloped in its comforting embrace. Where did it go? she wondered. The sheer shirt she wore now clung to just one breast, leaving the other exposed with a tiny hickey that she can't see.

Lucifer’s gaze softened as she licked her lips, kneeling beside Alastor, who was still hanging upside down, lost in the intensity of the moment.

“Are you sure, Omega?” Lucifer murmured, her voice a seductive whisper. Then, without hesitation, she leaned in, pressing a soft kiss to Alastor’s lips, slipping her tongue inside. Alastor moaned, instinctively leaning in eagerly, melting into the kiss.

Amidst the haze, a sharp voice sliced through the pleasure.

Her mama’s stern words echoed in her mind. "You're stronger than lust. Only whores and sinners behave in such ways, Alastor, and no child of mine will ever be a sinner."

The cruel memory wavered as Lucifer pulled away, standing tall, her lips curling into a knowing smile. Alastor’s gaze fixated on Lucifer’s arousal, her core glistening with desire. Unconsciously, Alastor's tongue darted out, her breath coming in soft, uneven pants.

As Lucifer fingers herself, her eyes never leaving Alastor’s, she strokes her cunt, leaving her juice splashed onto Alastor's face, and as her fingers go deeper, she moans out Alastor’s name between gasps of pleasure. Alastor watched, mesmerized, heat pooling deep in her stomach, making her feel lightheaded, dizzy even. Vox tightened her hold on Alastor.

When Lucifer climaxed with a deep, shuddering moan, she collected her essence before extending her slick fingers toward Alastor, her expression filled with both command and affection.
“Here, Omega,” she purred. “Taste your alpha’s nectar; it’s been freshly made with love.”
Vox snorted at Lucifer’s playful tone, amused by her lover’s antics.

Obediently, Alastor took Lucifer’s fingers into her mouth, sucking gently, savoring the warmth and taste. A purr rumbled in her chest as she nuzzled into Lucifer’s hand, seeking more of her touch, her scent, her taste.

Then, suddenly, a wave of discomfort hit her stomach. A strange sensation twisted inside her.
And then it was gone like it never happened.

Episode 6

Alastor’s chest tightened as a searing heat pulsed through her, each wave of warmth almost unbearable in its intensity.
Is this what a heat feels like?
Am I on the brink of my first?

She hesitated, uncertainty gnawing at her. Should I tell them? What if it’s just a false alarm? Omegas were supposed to know these things, right? She was nearly 21, yet she had never experienced her first heat. What if they laughed at her, just like all the big-city Omegas? For not knowing such a basic thing?

Then, just as suddenly as it had surged, the sensation vanished, leaving no trace.
Alastor let out a quiet sigh of relief. It was nothing.

There was no need to embarrass herself, no need to be the fool who didn’t even know her own body. She wouldn't; she was homeschooled by her mama and father in how an omega should act; her mama would have told her, right?

Alastor's inner omega murmured softly in her mind, We want our alphas..."Let them touch us, please."
But beneath that yearning, her mama’s voice echoed like a distant chime, sharp with disapproval. Good girls don’t give in to temptation. Only whores act like this, Alastor. Omegas who lead alphas to sin are unholy and a disgrace."
Alastor whimpered, torn between desire and duty. She wanted to be good—to make her alphas proud, but she also wanted to honor the expectations her parents had drilled into her.

Lucifer and Vox exchanged a knowing glance before Lucifer cupped Alastor’s face, her voice a soft purr.
“Yes, Alastor. You are such a good girl. You make your alphas so proud.”

Vox grinned, running a soothing hand along Alastor’s cheeks before wiping away a few tears. “We love our little omega. She’s so cute and sweet; her shyness just makes us want to tease her. And that little dash of sass? Irresistible.”

Alastor’s lips trembled as fresh tears welled in her eyes, cascading down her cheeks. She sobbed, her voice breaking.
“I’m not a whore, Mama, I’m not, Father,” she sobbed, her voice breaking.

You are a good girl, her inner omega reassured Alastor. Our alphas said so.

Yet the war inside her wouldn’t stop. A dull, throbbing ache settled behind her temples as the voices of her parents clashed with the desperate voice of her inner omega telling her to give herself to their alphas.

"I'm a good girl. I'm a good omega, right?" She whimpered to herself out loud. "I’m not a whore. I’m not! Mama, Father, I’m a good girl! I'm not a sinner!"

Tears spilled down her cheeks as the phantom voices of her mama and father screamed at her from the depths of her mind, calling her a filthy sinner, disgusting whore. She will burn in hell.

Lucifer held her close, purring into her ear, her voice thick with love.
“No, sweetheart. You’re not a whore. You’re our good little omega, our good girl.”

Vox leaned in, brushing a gentle kiss over Alastor’s forehead. “You are the perfect mate we’ve been waiting for. Your parents were wrong, love.” Her voice was warm, filled with affection.

Lucifer gently laid Alastor down onto the bed, her touch careful, reverent. Alastor lay there, staring up at them, her mind a chaotic whirlwind. Time had slipped away. What exactly had transpired between them? She wasn’t even sure. Had they been taking pictures… right? She felt sleepy. Did she just have a breakdown? “ Her parents voices, which were once screaming at her, were fading away; she started purring along with her inner omega.
For the first time, her parents hushed words were gone; they were completely silent.

But something else was different. Her body felt foreign, an unfamiliar warmth pooling deep inside her, an ache gnawing at her core, and then, just as quickly, it was gone. She wasn’t sure what was happening to her body, but a fear slowly crept in, but she was calm again, sensing something soothing under her nose.
Could this truly be my first heat?
Lost to the smell of both Lucifer and Vox.

She whispered, “I… I think this is my first heat. Help?”

Both alphas grinned, their gazes darkening with something both possessive and deeply affectionate.

“A first for everything, it seems,” Lucifer purred.

Vox smirked, pressing a kiss to Alastor’s flushed cheek. “Don’t worry, little omega. Your parents may have failed to teach you, but we’ll make sure you learn everything you need to. And we’ll be more than happy to do so.”

And with that, they would teach their omega what suited them, that is.

Lucifer and Vox both started to whisper into Alastor's ear, “Are you luring us to mate with you?” Lucifer ran her tongue along Alastor's neck before whispering, “Sweetheart.” Vox did the same on the other side, adding, “My darling, without courting them first.” Alastor started to apologize to them.

Episode 7

Lucifer pressed a soft kiss against Alastor’s lips while Vox cradled her hand, intertwining their fingers with tender care. As Lucifer slowly pulled back, her lips hovered just inches away, leaving Alastor gasping in anticipation."Sweetheart, you aren’t in heat yet… But would you like to make your alphas very happy?"

Lucifer whispered, her eyes locked onto Alastor’s. Alastor hesitated for only a moment before nodding, her hips beginning to tremble slightly as a slow, insistent heat stirred inside her. Vox guided her gently, encouraging her to explore her own pleasure. With patient instruction, she moved Alastor’s fingers along with her own, tracing slow, deliberate caresses over Alastor’s outer folds as she praised her.That’s it, Omega. Very good… just like that," Vox murmured, her voice a soothing mix of excitement. "Keep stroking yourself for your alphas. Feel how good it is? That’s all you have to do, Alastor. You’re making us so happy."

Lucifer gently spread Alastor’s legs, taking her hand and positioning it beneath Alastor’s ass, urging her to lift her hips just a little higher.Vox chuckled softly as Alastor shivered under her gentle touch. With deliberate movements, Vox guided Alastor’s fingers to her sensitive core, the warmth of Alastor's own desire growing with every stroke. The sensation sent a shudder through Alastor, making her hips arch instinctively, pressing her ass firmly against Lucifer’s guiding hand. Lucifer only laughed, holding Alastor in place, right where she knew Vox wanted her.

That’s it, Omega—feel how your delicate fingers entwine with mine as you pleasure yourself for your alphas," Vox cooed, her voice dripping with sultry approval. Slowly, almost ceremoniously, she withdrew her guiding finger, leaving behind a trail of anticipation. "Now, continue… Show me what you’ve just learned."

Under the watchful eyes of both alphas, Alastor obeyed. Her body responded instinctively, hips rising in a slow, sensuous rhythm that perfectly mimicked the teasing movement of her fingers. Each delicate stroke sent ripples of pleasure through her, and as she pushed her fingers deeper, a slick trail of arousal glistened and dripped onto the soft sheets beneath her.

Lucifer hummed in satisfaction, a pleased smile playing on her lips as she tenderly ran her fingers through Alastor’s curls. Vox, watching intently, continued to murmur soft praises until Alastor gasped Vox's name in a burst of deep release.

Lucifer pressed a gentle kiss to Alastor’s forehead as she let out a soft, needy whine, silently pleading for her alphas’ touch.

"Shh, sweetheart," Lucifer whispered, her tone soothing yet firm. "Not yet. Vox has more to teach you… and you’ll enjoy every moment of it, I promise."

The whining melted into a warm purr as Lucifer leaned in closer, their bodies pressing together, breasts softly colliding as she captured Alastor’s lips in a heated kiss. Their tongues met in an intimate dance, slow and teasing, before Alastor instinctively traced her tongue along Lucifer’s, seeking more of the intoxicating warmth her alpha provided.

"Alastor," Vox purred, her gaze dark with intent as she watched the intimate display between her wife and their omega. "Are you ready to try something else?"A soft moan was Alastor’s only response, until Lucifer momentarily broke their fervent kiss, allowing her to gasp out, “Yes, Alpha,” her voice trembling with need as she waited for Vox to teach her. Lucifer smiled against her lips before settling atop her, fingers threading through Alastor’s curls with tender care.

Meanwhile, Vox reclaimed Alastor’s hand, guiding her fingers with deliberate precision, coaxing soft, irresistible whimpers from her omega. Alastor bit her lip, her body responding instinctively—hips rising, swaying in perfect synchronicity as every touch ignited hidden pleasure, sending waves of exquisite stimulation coursing through her.

Lucifer pressed down on Alastor, their bodies entwined—breast against breast, skin fevered and pulsing with desire. Her hips moved in slow, deliberate motions, lifting her ass in the air as the tip of her cock teasingly brushed against the soft hair of Alastor’s bush, mingling with the slick warmth of Lucifer's pre-cum and their essences. Arousal blended, like a symphony of sensation, as Lucifer’s lips trailed fervent kisses along Alastor’s neck, leaving behind a path of burning need.

"Do you like that, Omega?" Vox’s voice was husky, thick with desire. "There are even more secret places where your fingers can learn to dance… and I can show you.With deliberate care, Vox adjusted Alastor’s trembling fingers, guiding her touch with expert precision. Soft, shuddering moans spilled from Alastor’s lips as her finger moved along with Vox’s fingers, her body responding eagerly to every stimulating touch.

At the same time, Vox turned her attention to Lucifer, taking her free hand to pull her closer to her mouth until Lucifer's cunt nearly touched her lip. With slow, purposeful movements, she parted Lucifer’s folds, her tongue teasing along the sensitive heat. Lucifer moaned, her body tensing as Vox worked her with practiced skill—stroking, savoring, sending jolts of pleasure through her.

Lucifer’s hips moved instinctively, her need growing with each flick of Vox’s tongue. She rocked against her wife's mouth, a silent plea for more. Meanwhile, Vox’s other hand remained within Alastor, skillfully guiding her omega’s fingers, showing her exactly where to touch, where to press, and where to stroke to bring herself the most pleasure.

Balancing between dominance and indulgence, Vox relished the sounds of both her wife and their sweet, eager omega moaning for her at the same time.

Lucifer’s movements became more frantic, her hips rolling desperately as she chased the sensation building within her. "Vox... please..." she moaned, her voice drenched in lust, grinding against her wife’s mouth, demanding more—needing more.

But Vox held back, refusing to give in completely. She kept control, teasing, prolonging the pleasure, watching as Lucifer’s frustration mounted. That was, until Lucifer took what she wanted, grinding her hips down hard enough that Vox’s tongue was forced deeper inside, her nose pressed against Lucifer’s slick folds.

Lucifer let out a sharp cry, her body trembling. "Vox, I told you, I want you to go harder with your tongue, DAMN IT." Her voice was rough, raw with need. "Don’t fucking tease me, bitch."

Vox smirked against her wife's heat, her tongue swirling teasingly one last time before pulling back just enough to murmur, "Okay, wife... I’ll fuck you good."

And with that, she dove back in, determined to ruin Lucifer with pleasure.

Alastor’s moans grew louder, her breath hitching with every teasing stroke of Lucifer’s steadily hardening cock as it rubbed insistently along her tender folds. Her body trembled with a mix of desperation and desire, her voice breaking as she pleaded, “Please… Vox… Lucifer… make me feel good.”

Vox pulled away from Lucifer’s cunt, her chin glistening with juices as she lazily licked the side of her lips, a satisfied smirk playing across her face. Lucifer let out a low grunt of displeasure.

“Hush now, Lucifer,” Vox murmured, her tone dripping with amusement. “Master is busy; she has to take care of our omega.”

Lucifer froze, instantly silent, and Vox’s smirk widened. She loved being the top Alpha in their marriage. But for now, her attention was on Alastor.

“Shh, it’s okay, Alastor,” Vox soothed, running her fingers down Alastor’s trembling thigh. “We’ll take care of you properly when you go into heat. But for now… can you show me what you’ve learned?”

Alastor whimpered, nodding quickly. “Y-yes…”

“Such a good girl for your alphas,” Vox purred.

As Vox slowly withdrew her fingers, Alastor let out a needy whimper at the sudden loss. But before she could protest, Vox guided Alastor's trembling hand, replacing her fingers with Alastor's own.

“Now, keep going, Omega. I’ve shown you how it’s done,” Vox commanded, watching intently.

Alastor obeyed, mimicking the movements Vox had taught her, though her body ached for more. It wasn’t the same; her own touch lacked the dominance, the teasing skill that made her moan so shamelessly under Vox’s hands. Just as frustration built inside her, something pressed down against her fingers, forcing them deeper.

She gasped, her moans breaking into desperate cries for her alphas. Pleasure crested—once, then twice, each wave stronger than the last. On the third, as she shattered completely, she heard Lucifer’s voice moaning above her, a deep, satisfied sound, before warmth spilled over her trembling fingers, coating them in a sticky heat.

Alastor’s exhausted body gave in, her fingers still twitching inside her as sleep claimed her, the last thing she felt a blissful haze of warmth and satisfaction.

Vox only grew hungrier for her omega, but it wasn’t time yet. Instead, she shifted her focus back to Lucifer. With deliberate intensity, Vox lavished attention on Lucifer’s cunt while simultaneously stroking Lucifer’s cock, not realizing she was pressing Lucifer’s hardness into their omega’s core.

Lucifer, utterly lost in pleasure, let her eyes gleam with unabashed delight as her cock grew with arousal. Alastor’s moans filled the air, echoing Lucifer's name, each sound making Lucifer’s desire burn even hotter.

“That’s it, Omega—keep fingering yourself for your alphas until you reach your ultimate climax,” Lucifer urged, her voice husky with command. As if obeying on instinct, Alastor’s passion soared to new heights. Her essence spilled in shimmering trails across the bed as her hips arched higher, fingers delving deeper to stimulate both her clit and the secret zones of electrifying pleasure within her core that Vox had taught her to touch, all while Lucifer’s cock guided her trembling fingers to even greater depths.

Meanwhile, Vox closed her eyes, savoring the intoxicating taste of her lover, the room filled with the symphony of panting and moans. Each touch, each whispered breath, sent ripples of pure ecstasy through their intertwined bodies.

So by the time Alastor’s third overwhelming orgasm sent her into blissful sleep, her fingers still twitched instinctively, her pleasure echoing in her dreams.

When Lucifer finally came down from her orgasm, Vox calmed down from pleasing her wife and omega. For them both to become aware of something—about an inch of Lucifer's cock was nestled inside Alastor’s pulsing heat.

Their thoughts were the same: fuck.

Lucifer grunted softly as Alastor’s fingers brushed against her cock. Shit, she thought. She had to be careful—this was meant to bring Alastor into heat, not to make her think they had triggered it themselves. There can’t be any evidence.

Vox quickly moved, fetching a towel. “Here, love,” she murmured, her voice still thick with lingering desire.

Lucifer shifted, trying to reposition herself carefully, but even the smallest movement caused Alastor to moan softly in her sleep. Her body instinctively sought more, and Lucifer’s hips almost bucked in response.

Vox chuckled. “Lucifer, just finish off in her. We can clean up—hell, we can change the sheets fast.”

With a low grunt, Lucifer slowly moved her hips, carefully pushing her cock deeper into Alastor's core, pushing Alastor's fingers along with it, never once ever breaching Alastor’s hymen. Lucifer let out a deep grunt, and with heavy breathing, she pulled out the evidence of her release, which was now scattered artfully across Alastor’s delicate bush. while Vox wipes Lucifer's cock off. making sure no cum got on the bed. Lucifer grunted as she retracted her cock back inside. Vox smirked; so Lucifer wants to be mated when we claim Alastor.

No damage has been done. Lucifer and Vox then smirked at the sight of how much cum was spilled inside their omega, at how beautifully her bush looks with her alpha cum on it.

With practiced ease, they set to work. Lucifer gently cleaned away the mess with a soft washcloth, ensuring no traces remained. Vox, with equal care, wiped Alastor’s hand and fingers before helping her shift into a more comfortable position. They checked the sheets, ensuring there was no visible evidence of Lucifer cum.

Then, with a knowing look, Vox guided Alastor’s fingers back to that precise, secret spot. They waited, silent, watching for the moment their omega would start to moan again, as Alastor's hips started to move, her fingers fucking her, and Alastor cried out in her sleep for her alphas.

Lucifer pulled Vox into a slow, heated kiss, both of them relishing the moment.

It was time for the next step.

episode 8

Lucifer and Vox moved swiftly, ensuring the cameras ceased capturing any further footage. Vox got to work erasing incriminating images, subtly altering others from the past few hours. She meticulously adjusted the risqué photos, making it appear as though Alastor had been wearing different clothes all along. At the same time, she discreetly saved the unedited originals to both her and Lucifer's laptops in their studio, ensuring Alastor would never see them. Alastor had never grown up around technology and wouldn’t even know how to turn it on, but it was safer for those pictures not to be kept at home. She wouldn’t even realize they had been edited.

While Vox remained occupied, Lucifer methodically scrubbed the floor, ensuring every trace was erased. Once satisfied, she retrieved the $3,000 chair, fully intent on destroying it and replacing it with its copy. Their neighbors are a tight-knit group of elder alphas, all with mates just like Alastor. The elder alphas watched with knowing expressions. Just as Lucifer prepared to set the chair ablaze, Valentino emerged from his property, smirking, a can of gasoline in hand. Without a word, he offered his fire pit. Lucifer’s grin mirrored his as Valentino unlocked the gate, ushering her inside. Together, they tossed the chair into the pit, dousing it in gasoline before setting it aflame. The fire roared to life, consuming the chair in a scorching spectacle. One by one, the elder alphas nodded in approval, approaching Lucifer with congratulatory pats on the back, acknowledging her for securing her mate, for taking control, and for doing what was necessary.

As the fire crackled behind her, Lucifer stepped back into her home, shutting the door behind her. Vox wrapped her arms around Lucifer from behind, whispering into her ear, "My pretty alpha, let's take a shower; master will take care of you, get you all nice and clean; would you like that pet?" Lucifer moans Vox's name when Vox bites her neck. "Yes, master." Lucifer whimpered when her wife bit down harder, drawing blood.

Once both alphas emerged from the shower, their bodies pristine, they looked as though they had never once laid a hand on their omega. They stood for a moment, watching Alastor sleeping. A slow smile crept across Vox’s lips before she knelt, tasting the sweetness their omega had made just for them. She turned to Lucifer, pressing a deep kiss against her lips, her tongue sliding in, sharing the intoxicating taste. Lucifer moaned, savoring the lingering essence of Alastor on Vox’s tongue, the sensation sending a shiver down her spine.

Vox gently removed Alastor’s fingers and licked them clean while Lucifer retrieved a red sundress. They carefully dressed her, slipping the fabric over her head and guiding her arms through the sleeves. Vox adjusted her breasts within the dress before pushing up the bottom half, ensuring everything was just right. As Alastor stirred slightly, Vox placed her fingers back where they had been. Lucifer and Vox held their wrists under Alastor’s nose.

"Shh, Omega, go back to sleep. You’re tired; rest for your alphas like the good girl you are." Alastor whimpered, her body instinctively responding as Vox slid her fingers alongside Alastor’s own. "This feels good, doesn’t it? Why wake up just yet, my little omega, when it feels so nice? Be a good girl and keep sleeping for your alphas." Alastor’s hips started to move, a soft cry of pleasure escaping her lips as she moaned their names. As she climaxed with a shudder, she fell into a deep, contented sleep once more, her fingers still moving.

With a satisfied sigh, the alphas set to work, preparing for what was to come. Their omega lay in bed, lost in dreams of pleasure, her body betraying her with each soft, quivering climax. As the sheets beneath were getting soaked as she grew with desire, her scent thickened in the air, calling to her alphas to claim her.

Episode 9

Lucifer and Vox had been taught by the elder alphas how to properly handle an omega raised in an environment like Alastor’s. They had moved into this neighborhood after meeting Valentino and the others.

When they first spoke with Valentino, they noticed his mate behaved and dressed similarly to Alastor. However, the moment the pink-haired omega saw Valentino, he ran straight to him, gazing up as if Valentino had hung the very stars. Seeing this reaction, Lucifer and Vox asked Val about his mate, and he soon realized they weren’t trying to deceive him.

Both alphas showed him a photo of Alastor, explaining that they loved her, but she refused to speak to them or even let them get close—simply because they were alphas. Understanding their predicament, as he had gone through the same thing, Valentino gathered the other alphas in the neighborhood for a meeting. This gathering was exclusive to those whose mates had been raised in isolation, denied formal schooling, and brought up by parents with cult-like teachings.

The key, they explained, was to deceive Alastor’s inner omega. Omegas raised in such an environment would never allow themselves to be touched or spoken to by big-city alphas, believing them to be corruptors intent on leading them to sin. Val made it clear: omegas were taught that everything they did or do could lead to sin, which would lead the alpha to sin.

The trick was patience, approaching with minimal contact and scent at first while using the very conditioning her parents had instilled in them. Call her "omega," offer small doses of praise, and wait for them to gradually open. Once she begins to warm to you, continue reinforcing the bond. Then, strategically withdraw your affections and scent for a few days before reintroducing it, teasing her with the absence. Repeat this cycle for months to a year.

The inner omega would start craving their alpha, while Alastor themselves would not have noticed any change. That is when it's time to make your move.

A bet is the perfect entry point. Challenge your omega in an area they would believe themselves skilled in, but with an element they didn’t fully understand, and that's technology. Keep any visible clocks out of sight, rely only on phones for timekeeping as a subtle manipulation tactic, and ensure an insider that she trusted was involved to help you two.

A contract should be in place beforehand. When you start the bet with her, use that as one way to get her. Valentino looked both Lucifer and Vox in the eyes before starting to talk again. The first thing she should notice on the contract is payment; she would assume it was about money. That if she did not keep her word, she would have to pay you with cash. So buried the part where Alastor would have to be your mate in legal jargon and unfamiliar terminology. Your omega will struggle to decipher what she is reading; she would surrender to the terms. And, given her conditioning to honor agreements, she would follow through.

Valentino smiled at both younger alphas and then offered to have one of his lawyer friends draft a contract when the time was right.

Valentino continued, "Now, do remind her of the bet if she starts to hesitate. Make it something simple but private, something no one else can see. You two can use your profession as models to get the omega alone, away from prying eyes. Once she is in your home, praise her. Call her 'good girl' and 'good omega,' and tell her how proud you are of her. Mix it in with affectionate terms like 'sweetheart,' 'darling,' and 'love,' alongside 'your Alpha,' 'our omega,' 'our little omega,' and 'my omega.' This will gradually weaken her resistance, drawing out her inner omega. It will start to feed the cravings she has been denied in her life, the longing for human touch. Be sure to touch her, tease her, and play with her; this will create an internal conflict, a war between her mind and the teachings of her parents."

"It will break Alastor," Valentino said, his voice smooth but firm. "Once that happens, she will depend on you both entirely. When that moment comes, comfort her, reassure her. Tell her she is your perfect omega, that she is such a good girl, and that her parents were wrong. Tell her you love her." His lips curled into a knowing smirk. "Tease her body, bring her to new heights of pleasure, but do not mate with her yet. Your goal is to draw out her heat. Touch her, taste her, play with her, but do not fully claim her until it's time."

Lucifer and Vox exchanged a glance, their brows furrowed in confusion. "Why does Alastor have to be in heat?" Vox finally asked. "If she’s ready to mate with us, then—"

"Lucifer and Vox." Valentino’s tone dropped to an icy coldness as he addressed them.

The most damaging aspect of omegas like Alastor’s upbringing was the belief that if they went into heat with an alpha they were not courting, they alone were to blame. They had been taught that they had lured the alpha into sin, that their very desire was a trap leading them to impurity. The omega was always seen as the sinner, always at fault. They were conditioned to avoid most alphas—only family, elders, and children were deemed safe.

By mating with an omega raised this way, they would believe that they had wanted to sin, that they had forced the alpha to act sinfully towards them; instead of the omega being the victim, it's the alpha who is seen as trapped in a union with an impure omega. And that belief makes them the most devoted mate imaginable. They would dedicate themselves to pleasing their alpha, becoming the perfect housewife, the perfect mother. Sweet, loving, and always eager to serve; it's their way of seeking forgiveness for sinning.

The elder alphas advised Lucifer and Vox to remain ever playful and teasing towards their omega, never be too forceful. Even after mating with Alastor, she would experience a deep psychological void—her parents’ teachings would leave scars; they may no longer have control over her, but it will leave an emptiness that needs to be filled. It would be your responsibility as her alpha to replace those teachings with new beliefs, to become her entire world. She would need structure, guidance, and reassurance that her devotion to her mates should not be out of duty for forgiveness, because the act of mating while in heat is never sinful but a natural between alphas and omegas who love each other.

So Lucifer and Vox, if you're not ready for that type of responsibility, then leave Alastor alone. That is what you have to do for an omega like Alastor, so do you two really love her? Val asked, arms crossed, glaring at both women. before he started talking again. when both Lucifer and Vox only nod his way. Val sighed.

If you truly chose to proceed, I promised you that your omega would become the most devoted partner, one who would see her alphas as infallible, incapable of wrongdoing. Alastor would think you both hung the moon and stars in her eyes.

Then came the warning.

Lucifer and Vox were met with cold, piercing stares as the elder alphas growled in unison. "If we ever see even a single sign of abuse on that omega, we will kill you." The threat was not empty. These alphas had dealt with abusers before, those who had hurt an omega in their neighborhood, and they would do it again without hesitation. Then they would take Alastor in as their own, along with any offspring she bore with them as part of their pack.

Lucifer and Vox felt a genuine fear settle deep in their bones. Who knew that a group of elder alphas could be so terrifying?

With those wise words and a chilling threat from the elder alphas, Lucifer and Vox began to strategize. Their goal was clear—to win over their sweet coffee girl, Alastor, who had started working at a coffee shop next to their agency’s.

They made a habit of calling the shop every day, specifically requesting Alastor to deliver their coffee. The owner, a grumpy older beta with little wealth, dared not refuse them. He knew better than to anger two powerful, rich alphas. The shop didn’t even offer delivery, but under hushed orders from Husk, the staff was instructed to keep that fact from Alastor. None of them wanted to risk the consequences of crossing Lucifer and Vox.

Their fascination with Alastor had started the moment they first saw her through the shop’s window. She had been struggling with a television remote, pressing the wrong buttons with an adorably confused expression. They had walked in, seating themselves at a nearby table to listen.

"Why can’t we just use a radio for entertainment?" she asked in a shy, quiet voice.

Husk muttered to himself as he gently took the remote from her hands. With a tired sigh, he flipped it the right way and pressed the correct button. "Alastor, I told you already. This is the big city. People here don’t care about old-fashioned things; they want flashy, modern entertainment. A radio won’t cut it."

His voice took on a sarcastic edge. "This isn’t your backwoods town where inbreeding is the main pastime."

Alastor’s expression fell. "But Husk, inbreeding is forbidden where I come from. Lusting after one’s family is a sin."

Husk frowned, rubbing his temples. "Damn it, kid. I was joking about how tiny your town is. It’s so obscure, it’s not even on a map. You’re like something straight out of the 1930s—except worse."

Alastor’s eyes widened with curiosity. "Can you teach me how to make jokes, Husk?"

Husk sighed, feeling a pang of guilt. What kind of place had she come from that she couldn’t even recognize sarcasm? The poor thing could barely read above a third-grade level. "Yeah, kid. I’ll teach you." Husk hadn’t meant to take in a stray omega, but here he was, showing an 18-year-old the ropes of city life.

Since that day, Lucifer and Vox had been working in the shadows. They paid off people to keep their distance from Alastor, ensuring that Husk remained her only real friend. They weren’t worried about some old beta making a move on their future mate. However, whenever they tried to approach her, she would either flee, drop the coffee in a nervous panic, or sweat profusely, never looking at them, and place the coffee as far away from them as she could, then take off running. If they visited the shop, she would hide behind Husk, peering at them with wide, wary eyes while Husk shot them glares.

Determined to earn her trust, they played the long game. After their meeting with Valentino and the other elder alphas, they devised a slow and careful plan to lure her out. It took years, but in that time, Alastor had honed her coffee-making skills. Finally, the moment was right.

Throughout their waiting period, they maintained regular meetings with the elder alphas, providing updates and receiving advice. The elder alphas, in turn, reassured their mates that they were guiding two young married alphas on how to respect each other in marriage. The neighborhood’s omegas, seeing Lucifer and Vox as just two young married alphas who were helpless alphas without an omega mate to care for them, took it upon themselves to help. They banded together, delivering home-cooked meals once a month for the pair to freeze, ensuring they never went hungry.

And so, when the time came for Lucifer and Vox to seal the deal, they called Val to prepare the contract for them. The elder alphas, proud of their guidance, made plans to throw a grand celebration after the mating was completed.

episode 10

After several hours, Alastor gradually awoke from a peaceful nap. Slowly, she sat up in the soft bedding, still caught in a hazy daze. A blissful smile graced her lips until she realized her thong was missing. Her fingers continued their unconscious, delicate exploration, a blush creeping across her cheeks as she became aware that she had been pleasuring herself in her sleep and was still doing so now, fully awake.

Overcome by guilt, she noticed the glistening trace of her own arousal had ruined the alphas’ bed cover. Slowly withdrawing her fingers, she averted her eyes from the evidence of her self-indulgence. Then, in a sudden, involuntary spasm, her hips bucked upward, and a soft, breathy moan escaped her lips as her fingers brushed against something sensitive. A shiver coursed through her spine. She slowly traced her fingers over it once again, sending another wave of pleasure through her. Alastor’s legs shook as her hips moved in rhythm. A whimper escaped her as she felt her fingers being clenched tightly inside her.

In that exquisite moment, she reached a climax that only deepened her guilt. Her breath came in heavy pants, her mind awash with conflicting emotions. How did this happen? A horrified thought struck her—I need to apologize for defiling their bed. They may be perverts, but what I just did? I’m nothing more than a depraved omega, reduced to sinful acts. The weight of shame bore down on her. They will think I’m impure. I should be punished.

Just then, both alphas strode into the room, clad in impeccably tailored suits. They exchanged quiet, knowing glances as they looked at Alastor and then away. Lucifer, with practiced ease, adjusted the soft lighting to cast seductive shadows, while Vox meticulously set up the cameras to capture every fleeting nuance. With a smooth, deliberate motion, Lucifer handed Vox a laptop before gracefully exiting the room.

Reclining at the edge of the bed with a roguish grin, Lucifer reached out to gently caress Alastor’s hair. Her voice carried a teasing sweetness as she cooed, “You are such a good girl, my little omega. Just look at all that sweet honey you’ve blessed us with… right here on your alphas’ bed. Are you leaving your mark, dear omega? There’s no need to waste your exquisite essence on bedding. If you had simply asked, we would have delighted in savoring every last drop of your nectar rather than letting it go to waste.”

At her words, Alastor’s instinct propelled her to push Lucifer away, but in her flustered state, she tumbled onto the floor.

Leaning over her in a teasing yet commanding manner, Lucifer smirked. “Alastor, the view you’re giving me is simply irresistible. If you just spread your legs a bit wider for me, I swear I’d be seeing heaven.”

Alastor’s sundress draped over her face as she blinked in confusion. What does Lucifer mean by that? Scrambling to her knees, she shot Lucifer a flustered glare. “Please stop that, Lucifer. Why must you be such a pervert?”

Shame gnawed at her. Am I leading them into sin? Should I break the deal and pay them instead?

Lucifer chuckled lightly. “I’ve done nothing but compliment you, sweetheart. Even in your chiding, you’re so adorable.” Her eyes gleamed with mischief. “Alastor, you’ve marked your alphas’ bed with your lovely juices, staking your claim. I’m so proud of my little omega. Alastor, you’re such a good girl for Mommy. So tell me, Alastor, did it feel good when you came for your alphas?”

Alastor’s face turned a deeper shade of red as a new dampness formed between her thighs at hearing Lucifer praise her. Just as Vox reentered the room, Alastor was slowly starting to pant as she rubbed her core against the floor. Lucifer grinned, ready to keep teasing her with just her words. Before she could, Vox threw a book at Lucifer, hitting her squarely in the chest. Lucifer laughed and blew a kiss at Vox.

Approaching the dazed omega, Vox extended a soft, backless dress with a daring thigh-high slit. Once Alastor calmed down, her face was a portrait of horror and flushed embarrassment.

She took it with trembling hands and retreated to the bathroom. There, in the harsh light of the mirror, her reflection revealed a scarlet blush covering her face. She methodically washed her hands, the motion punctuated by the echoes of Lucifer’s words: “So tell me, Omega, did it feel good when you came for your alphas?” Alastor buried her face in her palms.

The answer reverberated bitterly within her; yes, it had felt good, too good even. And now, that pleasure was inextricably tangled with shame. She expected the stern rebukes of her parents, but silence greeted her instead. A shiver ran down her spine, and deep within, her inner omega purred with desire. Though burdened by the sense of sin, she resolved to see the ordeal through, to finish what she had started. Then, she would return home and enact her own penance for her sinful acts with Lucifer and Vox.

Alastor glanced at the sundress. Did I put this on? Her memory was hazy, but if she was wearing it, she must have. With a sigh, she slipped into the elegant garment. As she stepped back into the room, standing before the two alphas, she became aware of how the dress accentuated every curve. The thigh-high slit exposed tantalizing glimpses of her inner thigh, while the design left her back completely bare.

With tender care, Vox helped her into a pair of elegant heels. Each click of her steps resonated with newfound poise. She then artfully arranged an accessory in her hair, pulling it up with meticulous care before applying makeup that enhanced her beauty and softened her anxious eyes.

“You look absolutely stunning in this dress, Alastor,” Vox remarked with genuine warmth. “When Lucifer and I saw it, we knew it was simply perfect for you.”

Meanwhile, Lucifer touched up her hair and makeup with the precision of an artist, correcting the slightest imperfection with deft fingers. Then, she fixed up Vox’s makeup and hair.

Then something had shifted within Alastor.

Embracing the moment, she posed willingly, her quiet submission transforming into an unspoken invitation. Tilting her chin slightly, she angled her face to catch the soft glow of the lights, her lashes fluttering as she offered the perfect balance of vulnerability and grace.

The alphas approached with respectful tenderness, their touches imbued with care rather than impropriety. Vox adjusted her posture, fingers barely grazing her waist as he guided her into an elegant arch, accentuating the curves of her form. Lucifer traced the line of her jaw with a feather-light touch, ensuring the perfect composition for the shot.

They cradled her gently, moving her in a delicately orchestrated dance, each savoring the moment as if it were a ritual of its own. Their movements were synchronized, effortless, as though they had rehearsed this intimate ballet countless times.

With an intimacy bordering on reverence, they guided her across their protective arms, their lips hovering tantalizingly close to her own. A shiver of anticipation ran through her, but she held the pose, her expression serene yet alluring. At one point, they wrapped her in a warm embrace, her head resting contentedly against the steady rhythm of Vox’s chest, her eyes half-lidded in dreamy surrender.

For the final capture, both alphas knelt before her, their gazes locked onto hers with unwavering intensity. Each took one of her hands, pressing soft, lingering kisses against her skin, their eyes brimming with affectionate admiration. The camera shutter clicked, immortalizing the moment—a tableau of devotion and adoration.

In that cherished instant, Alastor reveled in the experience. Happiness enveloped her, her inner omega purring in delight as she closed her eyes, sinking into the cocoon of warmth and affection that Vox and Lucifer had so freely given her.

Lucifer’s grin deepened as she murmured, her voice dripping with amusement, “You’re looking divine, Alastor. But the real fun is yet to come.”

As she slowly opened her eyes, reality pieced itself together like fragments of a dream. The last few minutes—right, the pictures. That’s right, she was modeling for Vox and Lucifer. She had lost a bet.

Leaning in, Vox whispered gently into her ear, her breath sending a shiver down her spine. “Now, the best for last.”

In that tender moment, a sharp pang shot through her stomach, sudden and fleeting, vanishing as quickly as it had appeared.

episode 11

Alastor’s chest tightened; her heart pounded noisily in her ears, while the once-crisp air seemed to lose its chill in the heady haze of anticipation. Before her lay the final piece, a translucent nightgown, nearly weightless, its ethereal fabric shimmering like liquid moonlight. The delicate material floated around her fingers as if sentient, brushing against her skin with a whispering caress. A deep blush spread across her cheeks, betraying the clash of uncertainty and desire welling within her.

“Why is it so thin and soft?” Alastor asked in a hushed, shaky tone, her voice barely carrying over the whisper of fabric. Genuine confusion laced her words, a trace of vulnerability flickering beneath them. “How is it supposed to keep someone warm at night?”

Lucifer and Vox exchanged knowing glances, their eyes gleaming with mischief before soft laughter filled the air. The sound was both tantalizing and alluring.

With a slow, deliberate motion, Vox reached out, her slender fingers trailing along the tender curve of Alastor’s flushed cheek. “It’s not meant to ward off the chill, darling,” she purred, her voice rich with playful seduction. “It’s for igniting that exquisite warmth between you and your mate.”

Lucifer leaned in, lips a mere whisper away from Alastor’s ear. “Besides,” she purred, her tone dripping with velvet promise, “our darling omega looks simply ravishing unclad by layers.”

A shiver of both delight and trepidation surged through Alastor at their words. The heat blooming within her fused with the electric tension in the air, leaving her breathless. The sheer intensity of their attention was overwhelming, intoxicating, even terrifying. Their eyes, burning with intent, seemed to pull her deeper into something she hadn’t dared imagine when she first crossed their threshold. She didn’t want to admit it, but the way they looked at her, the way they spoke to her, and the unwavering attention they gave her was starting to make her feel… different.

Gently, Vox cradled Alastor’s chin between her fingers, tilting her face until their gazes met. “We even picked out matching sets,” she murmured, her voice a sultry caress. “Would you let us capture this moment on camera? It would bring joy to your alphas—after all, wouldn’t you want to make us happy, our precious girl?”

Alastor’s pulse quickened, shallow gasps escaping her parted lips. A hazy warmth clouded her mind, her body already betraying her as a quiet, desperate whisper tumbled forth before she could even think—

“Yes… I want to make Alpha happy.”

As the words slipped from her lips, the atmosphere shifted.

A subtle change in Alastor’s scent rippled through the air, a heady blend of fear and arousal, one that did not go unnoticed. Vox’s smile deepened, while Lucifer’s soft purr resonated like a dark promise. Their little omega had gone into heat. Both alphas took another deep breath, savoring the intoxicating scent of roses and sage.

With gentle insistence, they dressed her in the delicate nightgown, Lucifer’s careful hands smoothing the sheer fabric over Alastor’s curves while Vox adjusted the cameras to capture every breathtaking moment.

“Here, Alastor,” Lucifer whispered, brushing a stray lock of hair from her face. “You look truly divine. Now, rest on the bed while Vox and I prepare ourselves.”

On unsteady feet, Alastor made her way to the bed, collapsing face-first onto the plush mattress. A moan slipped from her lips, muffled against the sheets, her body instinctively seeking relief as she slowly began to grind against the bed, lost in the haze of heat.

Tears welled in her eyes. She was a sinner, battling the overwhelming sensations threatening to consume her. Her inner omega cooed softly, trying to comfort her, whispering that this was exactly where she was meant to be. Alphas called them their good omega. Alastor only stopped crying when the familiar scent of Lucifer and Vox filled her nose once again.

The room pulsed with the sensual energy of their proximity. Lucifer's and Vox's bodies pressed intimately against Alastor, each caress captured by the unblinking cameras positioned around the room. As Alastor’s gaze remained fixated on her alphas, the intensity of their desire became almost overwhelming.

Lucifer, settling on the floor, felt the tender weight of Alastor’s head resting against her chest. She helped Alastor rub her heated core against her own to create friction, as her body sought the grounding warmth of Lucifer’s closeness, even as the teasing pressure of her need grew more insistent. Moving Alastor’s hips at a steady pace. Lucifer murmured, “Omega, you’re doing so good.”

Alastor only whimpered. Lucifer stopped what she was doing and hugged Alastor tightly, stopping to place a kiss on her forehead. The camera captured the moment as Lucifer pinned Alastor down and began kissing her, while her hands played with Alastor's breast.

Vox cradled Alastor in an embrace, bending her gracefully backward as her lips brushed softly along the sensitive curve of Alastor’s neck. Her fingers delved daringly into the depths of Alastor’s core. Every touch, every whispered promise, drew Alastor deeper into an intoxicating heat. Vox knelt before her stomach while Alastor stood on unsteady feet, panting, unable to form words. She had caused them to sin—

But then, those thoughts were drowned out by the want and need of her inner omega taking over once again. Vox lifted Alastor's nightgown. “My Alastor, you smell amazing.

Vox slipped her tongue into Alastor’s core, wrapping her arms around Alastor's waist. Each stroke and curl of her tongue sent Alastor spiraling deeper. Overwhelmed by the orgasm Vox had brought her, Alastor collapsed into a tormented heap on the floor, tears streaming down her face. She clutched at Vox, then Lucifer, who knelt beside her.

“Please, help me,” she pleaded through choked sobs. “I’m scared… I’m sorry… Don’t leave me. I’m so bad… so sinful. Please, forgive me.” Her cries were a desperate mix of remorse and longing, echoing in the charged silence of the room.

Alastor kept repeating herself. “I’m sorry, Vox. I’m sorry, Lucifer. Please forgive me for trapping you, for making you sin.”

With predatory tenderness, Vox brushed a tear-streaked cheek. “We will care for you, darling. There’s nothing to fear at all, love. There’s no sin in your beauty,” she soothed, her voice dripping with seductive reassurance. “You’re such a good omega,” she added softly. “My very good girl. You are no sinner in my eyes, but a goddess who has blessed me and Lucifer.”

Lucifer’s voice dropped to a conspiratorial whisper as she slid an arm around Alastor’s waist, effortlessly lifting her into a protective embrace. “Sweetheart, you need not beg for forgiveness,” she murmured, her tone both gentle and commanding. “What we are about to do is the only way to keep all of us from sinning. You will only have sex with your mates, right, Alastor? We are your alphas, your mates. Your heat has started to bring out our rut.”

Alastor whimpered, guilt washing over her. They told her she wasn’t a sinner, but the two alphas were going into a rut because of her. She had caused it.

Together, Lucifer and Vox spread their pheromones with deliberate movements, pressing their wrists to Alastor’s nose, inviting her to breathe in the heady aroma of their dominance. “Just breathe, sweetheart,” Lucifer coaxed, her whisper a soft litany of safety. “You are safe—immerse yourself in our scent.”

Alastor’s chest rose and fell as drool dripped from her mouth. She moaned, lost in the pleasure of her mate’s scents. “That’s it, just keep breathing us in. It feels nice, right?”

Dizziness washed over her as her world narrowed to the hypnotic pull of their presence. Her trembling hands danced feverishly across their skin. In a haze, she licked Lucifer’s wrist and buried her face in Vox’s hand, desperate to absorb every trace of their scent.

“Let us mate with you. Don’t you want two powerful alphas to take care of you?” Vox’s fingers traced Alastor’s lips while Lucifer’s hand slipped beneath her nightgown.

Alastor tried to say “yes,” but her voice caught in her throat. She jerked as Lucifer’s fingers slid between her folds. A fresh wave of guilt crashed over her; Alastor apologized.

“I’m a sinner,” she sobbed. “I’ve failed in my duty to remain pure.” The intensity of her heat overwhelmed her, her body caught between desire and self-reproach, before her inner omega fully took over her body; she heard, You will never be a sinner in our eyes." "We will kill any who dare call you such."

Lucifer and Vox exchanged satisfied, knowing glances; their carefully orchestrated plan to push their omega into heat had worked. They would have to give thank-you gifts to the elder alphas who had helped them. Without them, they never would have gotten their mate.

Vox pressed a lingering kiss to Lucifer’s lips before disappearing into the kitchen. She returned with a small bag containing a pill, deliberately broken in half, a gift entrusted to them by Val. It was designed to give the illusion that they had fully entered their rut, ensuring that while the heat roared within Alastor, a faint ember of lucidity would remain in them.

With quiet precision, Vox took her half and, with deliberate care, placed the remaining piece into Lucifer’s waiting mouth before discarding the bag without a sound.

By unspoken consent, Vox and Lucifer placed their trembling omega onto the bed. After three and a half long years of yearning, their long-awaited claim was finally going to be consummated.