67. Ballad

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*** SMUT WARNING. I can't believe this came out of my head ya'll. Wrote this weeks ago and I'm still shook. Please keep your phones in your hands, I will not be replacing any cracked screens. Ok? Okay.

*** Alastor POV***

"So, you two think that just because its a no-touch-day you two are safe from me when we get home?" I rounded on the two of them the moment the door shut.

"Well yeah, honestly - you aren't going to touch us." Lucifer shrugged, and Y/n giggled.

Its been a few days since Lillith's impromptu visit and at first Lucifer was pretty distraught, the whole thing seemingly having broken some sort of mental compartmentalization he was doing for decades if not centuries. However, leave to Y/n to start something to make that fly right out of all of our heads, now with angelic help.

The two had been a royal pain the entire day. Having chosen to play a little game and see how riled up they can make me without touching me. It started with Y/n bending over my table with a seductive curve to her back, the tail curling itself in a loop to emphasize it. To top it off she made sure to unbutton her top just enough before doing that as to reveal just too little. That by itself wasn't a problem until she almost walked out of my office that way and I had remind her to button back up - or I'll have to gauge out eyeballs. She gave me a cheeky, "But of course!" Then jumped away like she didn't know what she just did.

Apparently, having heard of the "sexy possessive growl" I gave Y/n at that, Lucifer decided his own hand at it. While him being liar has been been thoroughly exaggerated in scripture, him being tempting was wildly underestimated. He sat on my desk while I tried to work, licking his lips with that serpentine tongue. Making various sex innuendos as he pretended to talk to me about work.

Part of me was just angry at my self for even being bothered by this. What has this world come to? Me, the Radio Demon, having carnal desires in the middle of a workspace because of some tantalizing poses and lewd words. Preposterous. The other part of me was giddy at the fact that I did feel it, it was incredible, a completely new kind of high that I could share with my darlings and only they could bring out of me. So, when we got home, I decided to drive home a lesson about being careful of what you wish for.

"Oh, but I don't need to touch you to remind you, who you belong to." I bent over with a conniving grin. I could see anticipation and dread creeped up both of their chests. Oh they knew the look at this point. I was about to personally make sure neither of them had their ability to walk tomorrow. Speaking of, I will probably have to call Charlie to let her know we weren't coming.

I snapped my fingers and in my hands appeared what looked like a leather leash. It was a few feet long, but neither side had a handle. Instead, each end had a clasp attached to a leather collar. I used my magic to direct them towards their necks, both of them trying to take a step back but I just had the collars lurch forward and buckle closed with satisfying clicks.

"Now then." I coed and grabbed the middle of the leash, pulling the two along as I walked by. I lead them all the way up to the bedroom, and used the leash to pull them to the bed. Once by the edge I threw them both down onto it. I put more pressure on Lucifer's collar than I did Y/n's. He was the only reason I dared to be so rough, because even as the two fell on the bed he instinctively wrapped himself around her. He made sure everybody remained safe by nature, it was quite relieving.

I summoned a thin leather crop into my fingers to replace my microphone cane and placed it on Lucifer's collarbone then slowly dragged it up his neck and jaw. This toy was mostly for him, I had another one planed for Y/n. I had made it a personal mission of mine to find what makes them both tick, what caused to recoil, or what caused them to lean in. The more I knew, the more pleasure I could demand from them, and that meant more wonderful screams I could hear.

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