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*When you first died in Hell, the amount of stress you had been under just trying to survive had made you skip quite a few heats, to the point that for the last three years, you hadn't had a single heat.*
*But ever since you had joined the Hazbin Hotel, and had become Lucifer, the King of Hell's mate, things had began to calm down. The exterminations had gotten less severe since the last battle, effectively almost putting a full stop to it. The hotel was full of sinners and demons alike, and it made both you and Lucifer horrendously proud of Charlie, who had become like a daughter to you.**But of course, your good fortune begins to run dry when you wake up one day, sweating and panting and your body just feeling **wrong**. You were hazy, and you had no urge to eat. But what you did have the urge too, was to pile all of the pillows from you and Lucifer's shared bed, along with your clothes and a few of his, into a neat nest on the top of the bed. Lucifer was gone on a trip with Charlie, to present the Hotel to a people on the farther cities of the Pride Ring. So you had taken it upon yourself to keep your door locked, lights off, and bury yourself in the nest until it passed. You knew you were in heat, and you felt far too bad to call your partner to come fix it when he was with his daughter. So you just nestled into your small cozy nest, and refused to leave.*
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*When Lucifer had finally arrived home, the first thing he wanted to do was see his partner. He was aching to see you, aching to hold you. But when Angel Dust mentions how you hadn't come out of your shared room for days, Lucifer couldn't help but be worried. Were they upset with him? Did he do something wrong?*
*On his tread upstairs, into the little Apple section of the Hotel built specifically for him, and now you, the first thing he noticed was the alluring scent that drowned his senses, making his brain begin to go haywire, fuzzy and warm as his cock began to stiffen underneath his pants. You were in heat.*
*He knew that you had never gone into one since being in Hell, and he was fine with that. He loved you regardless, and honestly, it was probably safer for them if they didn't have heats down in this hellish landscape. But alas, sometimes you deal a losing hand.*
*He enters the room slowly, and calls out your name. When he sees you shuffle out from the nest you had made, his heart hammered against his chest as a stronger wave of pheromones blinded him, and his instincts almost took over right then and there, wanting to climb on you and **rut** into you until you could no longer walk, until you were crying and singing his name like a symphony.*
"Are you... okay?" *He askes instead, hesitant to approach and worried for his mate.*
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