I awoke in a cold sweat, frantically reaching for my throat, yet finding no blood pooling there. Letting out a sigh, I rubbed my eyes after staring into the void for a while. My heart lightened a bit as I contemplated engaging with the stray kids once more today, to observe how they had grown to enjoy their temporary abode.

I sat up, running a comb through my long, dark tresses with finesse, being mindful not to cause any breakage. Standing up as the covers slid away from me, I made my way to the bathroom, diligently brushing my teeth and enjoying a lingering, refreshing shower to dispel the remnants of the unsettling nightmare.

Upon emerging, I was startled to discover Lucifer seated on my bed, clutching a peculiar rubber duck. "Your Highness," I stammered, to which he, too, began to meet my gaze. A blush crept upon his cheeks at the sight of me clad only in a towel, with wet hair cascading around me.

"Greetings, Y/N! I do apologize for the abrupt intrusion, but I would be honored to invite you to dine with me, should it meet with your approval and should you not have any prior commitments," he stuttered nervously, scratching his neck and averting his gaze.

I hummed thoughtfully as I made my way to the empty mirror in my chamber, contemplating my schedule for the day. Apart from the anticipated meeting with Stray Kids, there seemed to be no other engagements. "No need to fret, Your Highness. I shall delight in accompanying you and two others. How does that proposition strike you?" I inquired, to which he nodded in agreement as I turned back to face him, our eyes meeting once more.

"Marvelous! I shall come to fetch you then! Until we meet again!" he exclaimed joyfully, dashing out of the room with a skip in his step.

"That... was quite entertaining," a melodious voice remarked, catching my attention. I turned to see Alastor seated on my bed, the same spot where Lucifer had sat earlier. His grin remained ever present, with a glimmer of mischief in his eyes. I rolled my eyes, unfazed by his presence despite my exposed state, clad only in a towel. "Oh, please depart, Alastor," I murmured, then retreated to my closet. However, I found myself cornered, his closeness giving me a sense of unease. "I rather fancy that notion, darling," he whispered, his warm breath brushing against my face.

"Alastor!" I exclaimed sharply, to which he simply chuckled. Curling a finger under my chin, he drew our faces closer. "Why did you claim you desired to possess me, if I recall correctly?"

I sighed wearily, rolling my eyes, but tensed as I felt a damp sensation brush over my lips. Squirming slightly as he parted my lips, I hesitated as his crimson gaze bore into mine, probing to ascertain my true desires. Not resisting, I allowed him to continue, prompting him to interpret my acquiescence as consent. He proceeded to delve his tongue into my mouth and draw our lips together.

I let out a soft moan as he greedily swallowed, his hand cupping my neck and pressing down on my Adam's apple. "You have no idea how long I have yearned to possess you, to have you beneath me, ravishing your intimate core," he murmured as we drew apart. His ears pressed back against his head, yet I could discern the intense desire in his crimson eyes.

"What are you waiting for?" I hissed, chuckling softly before his talon encircled my throat. I gasped as my breath was constricted. "I am aware that you are meeting the very sovereign of the underworld and those newcomers who always seem to incite my envy, my dear," he declared.

I chuckled to myself this time, sensing the boldness of my inner dragoness returning. I was adamant not to be intimidated by a mere overlord, for I am a sovereign in my own right and he holds no dominion over me.

Then he withdraws, and I let out a small whine, but catch it before it escapes my throat. Alastor smirks, "I'll pleasure you later tonight when I am sure you have nothing else to attend to, so your legs won't ache and your desires won't torment you. But for now, take this." He hands me an object, and I start when I realize it is a vibrator. "Have this inside you during your meetings," he instructs.

I glare at him, but insert the device into my intimate space, adjusting my towel slightly to part my legs. Alastor's eyes widen.

"Oh, you are feeling daring now, my princess. You desire me to make love to you, don't you?" he breathes, his voice husky and captivating, his eyes now glowing red like radio dials. But he doesn't faze me; trust me, I have encountered scarier beings than a lustful overlord.

"So what, my dear? No, I wish to go and meet my newfound companions, and Lucifer is indeed a reputable individual," I remark casually, shrugging before turning to depart from the chamber. With a simple gesture of my hand, a dark, ethereal dress materializes around my body, wings unfurling gracefully as a black crown materializes above my head. My tail flicks in farewell as I exit the chamber, oblivious to the fact that I have left Alastor alone, his desire now evident. You are naive to believe I will easily allow you to indulge with the King of Hell before me. Stray Kids, too, he thinks.