When I wake up the next morning, every muscle feels like it's been put through the wringer. There's this gnawing ache deep in my gut and I can't help but sigh. The truth is, the urge to mate only intensifies every damn time—it's like clockwork, and, yep, dragons get hit by heat. And sometimes, it's the absolute worst.

No stopping nature's call, no matter how inconvenient or downright maddening it can be. I've never really connected with any other dragons back home; no one ever caught my eye. Well, there was one—Darkstalker—but fate had other plans, and he was gone before I could savor even a moment with him.

With another heavy sigh, I rub the sleep from my eyes and let my form shift, the scales and wings emerging, the beastly shape taking over. It dulls that driving need just a bit, so it's not rioting in my limbs as fiercely.

I make my way out of the room, down the creaky hotel stairs, and step into the grubby, sulfurous air of Hell. It's a stark contrast to where I'm from—a dusty, smoky reminder that I'm not exactly in dragon territory.

I stretch out my star-specked wings and launch into the sky. I glide silently, weaving through the cacophony below—noisy engines, distant screams. The chaos of the Pentagram city bristles against my nature, a place not designed for beauty but reeking of death, decay, and all the vices humanity, or demonkind for that matter, delves into. It's strange, unsettling, but it's where I am, and I'll soar above it for as long as I need to.

The glimmer of a certain opulent palace catches my eye, and I flick my tail to correct my course, gliding toward the Morningstar Palace. Landing on the front porch, I know that knocking would be the polite thing to do, but where I come from, you don't play gentlemanly just for the sake of niceties.

I slam a claw down on the lock, jimmying it open without setting off any alarms—smooth, I think. But out of nowhere, a shape barrels into my chest so fast I barely have time to grunt an "ooof" before feeling the sting of a spear wedged between my shoulder blades.

Cranking my neck, I spot a mane of golden hair and I let out a sigh mixed with annoyance and resignation, "Lucifer, darling, let me go," I chuff. There's an endearing quality to him you can't ignore, even if he's a pain sometimes.

The irony's not lost on me—him being the King of Hell, and yet here he is, barely an inconvenience to my might. It's a bit rattling just how little threat he poses compared to me, but that's the lay of the land here in the underworld.

"Oh, Y/N, I am so terribly sorry," Lucifer bursts out, scrambling off of me. I watch as a shade of red, deeper than his usual devilish hue, blooms across his cheeks. "I-I thought you were an intruder, then I saw the wings and I—"

His ramble breaks off as I place a claw gently against his lips, stopping him mid-sentence. My heart thunders in my chest, a hiss escaping me as my eyes flutter shut. The glow from my purple scales flickers subtly, betraying my state to anyone attentive enough.

And wouldn't you know it, Lucifer catches on quick to my scent like a bloodhound on the hunt, and his face paints a deeper red, a rare sight. "Y-you're in heat, aren't you? Oh boy, I didn't know dragons did that," he blubbers, and I can't help but find his flustered state amusing.

Snapping my eyes open again, gaze sharpened and predatory, I make a swift decision. My teeth flash in a grin more warning than welcoming before I reach out, clutching the scruff of his cloak, dragging him along as I storm further into the palace.

We weave through opulent halls draped in decadence befitting the lord of the underworld, but all that luxury feels more like a backdrop to the urgency pulsing through me. Our footsteps echo, a tempo irregular and hurried. Whatever happens next, it's going to take place behind closed doors, where the regal and beastly can collide without the prying eyes of Hell to bear witness.

The door to his room groaned in protest as I shoved it open, my boot heels clicking against the cold floor. I found him leaning nonchalantly against the wall, his gaze trained on me, feigning boredom. I knew better. I could sense the tension thrumming through him, the way his muscles twitched beneath his shirt.

"Just—what are you doing?" His voice was a rough whisper, his defiance melting as I spread my wings, the pulsing heat between my hind legs betraying my intentions. I felt the power surging through me, and even in dragon form, I knew the effect I had on him. His resolve crumbled as he stared at me, his jaw dropping in awe.

I sneered, baring my teeth, my wings casting shadows that danced across the walls. "You are going to be silent, you hear me?" My talons clicked against the floor as I stalked toward him, and he whimpered as I pinned his arms to his sides. He was helpless beneath me, his protests dying on his lips as my tongue seared over his body, exploring the softness of his skin.

His scent enveloped me, and I growled low in my throat, my claws digging into his skin. I relished the feeling of his soft, pliant body beneath mine, my power washing over him in waves. He was mine to do with as I pleased, and I knew that he would yield to me, surrendering to the fierce dragon inside me.

"H-how long have you wanted to do this?" he stammered, his voice trembling as my tongue traced a path up his chest and curled around his throat, applying soft pressure. He groaned, and the sound transformed into a moan when the ends of my tongue split and slipped between his lips. His eyes rolled backward, and I felt him shudder beneath me.

I grinned, the sharp edges of my teeth scraping against my tongue. Just who knows how powerful I can be? I sighed, momentarily caught off guard by my own dominance. Though I was now an overlord, it was still strange to see myself in this light.

I let go of one of his hands and hooked a claw around the belt loop of his pants, pulling until the buckle snapped free, clattering to the floor. His boxer briefs were revealed, and I couldn't help but notice the large, wet spot where his cock strained against the fabric.

"Damn, Luci, you've got one good cock, hmm?" I teased, leaning forward and propping myself up on my back talons. I nipped at his briefs, pulling them down to reveal his erect member. It sprang free, the tip already glistening with arousal.

He moaned as the air touched his exposed flesh, shuddering beneath my gaze. "Y-you really want to do this?" he asked, his voice trembling with desire and uncertainty.

I glanced at him, my purple eyes flashing dangerously. "You're asking me this?" I sneered, incredulous at his hesitation.

"Y-yes!" he forced out as my tongue left his mouth and curled around his hard, leaking cock. His hips bucked instinctively, and I tightened my grip on his remaining wrist, pinning him in place."Well then, it seems we both know what we want," I growled, my breath hot against his sensitive flesh.

I began to drag my tongue, hot and rubbery, against his cock, tracing the thick veins that ran along his length. He was impressive, I had to give him that, but certainly no dragon. Still, I couldn't deny the pleasure that surged through me as his pre-cum spilled like water over his tip, the scent of his arousal driving me wild.

I teased him again, my tongue flicking against his rim, tasting the musky sweetness of his fluids. His body trembled beneath my touch, and I could sense his desire mounting, even as he struggled against my hold.

But this is what I get, I thought, a sigh escaping my lips. Though he was no dragon, his vulnerability and submission were intoxicating, and I found myself eager to explore the limits of his pleasure.

I paused for a moment, looking down at him, my heat momentarily dampening. "You can ask me to stop, Luci. I won't be mad," I said softly, my tone gentler now.

His eyes snapped open, yellow meeting purple. "I—" he started, then sighed and shook his head. A few golden locks tumbled free from his messy hair. "Please, just do it," he managed, his voice tight with desire. "I—ah!"

That was all the permission I needed. I tightened my tongue around his length, pressing against his muzzle and nearly making him scream. He was so needy, his body trembling beneath me, and I couldn't help but wonder how many times he'd been touching himself, waiting for this moment.

I smirked, knowing the effect I had on him, and tilted his cock into my mouth, groaning at the feeling of him inside me. His moans grew deeper as his cock trembled, a clear indication that he was close to the edge.

But I had other plans. I let my tongue slip off his cock, ignoring his whimpers as the cold air hit his sensitive skin. "Don't cry, dearie," I breathed, pressing a kiss to his lips and nuzzling my snout against his cheek. "You're gonna feel something so much better than my mouth."

I turned, displaying my dripping cunt to him, my heat flaring once again. Luci's eyes widened as he felt the heat enveloping his cock, and he nearly choked on his own breath. His desire was palpable, and I knew that he would be unable to resist the temptation.

My laughter rang out as his screams filled the air, my cunt clenching around his cock as I rose to my full height. It was almost too easy, the way I milked him, drained him of everything he had.

"Oh God, you're good," he gasped, my name a desperate prayer on his lips. I couldn't help but smirk, delighting in his praise.

Soon enough, we were both spent, and I found myself swallowing a rather impressive amount of cum. It had been a while since I'd been with anyone—my first heat had been quite a while ago, and this experience was both strange and exhilarating.

My body felt oddly sore, but in a way that I couldn't quite describe. I'd never been with anyone like him before, and it was clear that he wasn't quite prepared for me either.

I pulled away from Lucifer's cock and swung my tail as I sauntered off the bed. Glancing back, I took a moment to admire him sprawled on the sheets, his body glistening with sweat, his cock still throbbing with desire. The sight of him like this, sated yet still wanting, made me smirk.

I approached him, running my claws lightly over his chest, watching the way he shivered at my touch. Leaning down, I pressed my tongue to his abdomen, tasting the mixture of our fluids and listening to his sharp intake of breath.

"I'm going to get a towel for you," I growled softly, my eyes meeting his. There was a hunger in his gaze that matched my own, and I knew this wasn't over yet. I turned, my tail swishing as I made my way to the bathroom. Dipping my head beneath the water, I grabbed a towel from the rack, letting the water bead on my scales before returning to Lucifer.

He reached for the towel, but I snatched it away with a flick of my claw, shaking my head. "No, Your Majesty. You're royalty here; you deserve the royal treatment," I purred, my tone dripping with amusement. I leaned down and licked his face, eliciting a giggle from him as he allowed me to take care of him.

Gently, I wiped off his cock and pressed a kiss to the sensitive head. It sprang back to life, only to deflate moments later. I giggled, enjoying the effect I had on him. "Damn, Sir, you're really needy, huh? Has Lilith not been as attentive to your needs as I am?" I teased, relishing the blush that crept across his cheeks.

Lucifer sighed, a flicker of something crossing his face. "Sure, she has, but—"Realizing I'd touched on a sore spot, I winced. "Oh, I'm sorry."

He shook his head, squeezing my talon gently as he smiled. "Don't worry, Y/N. You're the only woman I want now," he said with a sincerity that left me momentarily speechless.

I shifted back into my human form, and Lucifer blinked in surprise before smiling and pulling me into his arms. I didn't even mind the feel of his limp cock against my stomach as he held me flush against his chest. Perhaps, just perhaps, hell wasn't as bad as I had once thought.

Lying there in the king's embrace, I couldn't help but wonder if this was what it felt like to be truly cherished. In that moment, the warmth of Lucifer's body and the steady beat of his heart were all that mattered.

For the first time in a long time, I felt at peace.