The Samsara, Port of Fandom, Wednesday Afternoon

[my_own_advocate]

Right, so he'd clearly failed some kind of understanding test on Octavia's mystifying thing about tiny Duke. Lucifer had spent some time last night attempting to wrap his mind around it and failing.

But, well. Octavia stalking out of the Nest in a disappointed huff was not exactly how he wanted to go into this Duke-and-Octavia-free long weekend. And clearly he'd made a mistake. So.

There he was, standing on the boardwalk just outside of Samsara, holding a fruit basket. (It had lychees in it, besides the usual suspects. And dragonfruit. An apology basket had to be properly extravagant, right? It had worked for Miss Smith, at any rate.)

"Octavia?" he called.

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[okteiviakom]

And Octavia was perfectly content to squirm like hell to make it as annoying as possible for him to do. Funnily enough, it involved no use of her legs, which would've been her go-to in any actual escape situation.

And again, there seemed to be a direct line between her wrists and her center. Like the pressure in one spot could transform into the ghost of pressure in the other.

[my_own_advocate]

"Oh, struggle all you want," Lucifer said, his hand tightening on her wrists and his voice dipping low as he shoved her harder. "You're not getting anywhere."

That hand on her side had made it to her arse again, somehow, and squeezed almost as hard.

[okteiviakom]

Octavia couldn't help the small yelp that escaped her. And in her effort to squirm away from the squeeze, she ended up rolling the rest of the way onto her face.

It was not particularly comfortable.

And she welcomed that, much like the faint stinging of the now slightly reddening skin on her ass. The parts of her that rarely saw the sun were paler than the rest of her.

[my_own_advocate]

"Giving in?" Lucifer asked, settling back over her hips.

Thankfully, he still remembered how to put a condom on with one hand.

[okteiviakom]

"No," Octavia growled, half into the bedding that her cheek was smushed against. Knowing he wasn't going to budge was not going to stop her from trying to buck him off her hips. "Jok of."

It had a certain 'make me' quality to it.

[my_own_advocate]

"I was afraid so," Lucifer said with a sigh, sliding backwards until his hips pressed against her and his length slid between her cheeks.

He nuzzled the side of her neck - and then bit down again.

It wasn't far from the sensitive skin he'd-- visited-- earlier.

[okteiviakom]

Octavia hissed again, at the contrast between the nuzzle and the bite, overriding every other sensation for a moment. And then it all came rolling back again: the fingers wrapped firmly around her wrists, his cock pressing against her ass, his weight pressing her into the mattress, putting a muted sort of pressure near her clit.

She was shifting restlessly beneath him.

[my_own_advocate]

"Be still," Lucifer whispered.

His arm slid around her waist, lifting her chest an inch or so off the bed.

He shifted his hips. Slid in.

[okteiviakom]

See, Octavia could still take instruction. Because she complied with that one without even a noise of protest.

The low, ragged moan that followed as he filled her certainly didn't count as one, either.

[my_own_advocate]

No. That was beautiful.

He pushed her wrists harder into the mattress as his hips slipped back, and then snapped back into her with force. There'd be no slow start this time.

[okteiviakom]

Just how Octavia wanted it. She was keyed up enough for it, anyway: the quick thrust was a lot, of course, but it wasn't too much.

Enough for a louder moan, though, her trapped hands balling into fists.

[my_own_advocate]

"Guess I did make you, hmm," Lucifer murmured in her ear.

He set a harsh rhythm, rocking her towards the mattress with every thrust.

[okteiviakom]

Octavia groaned, her hands trying to find purchase with each other since there was nothing else she could do. He had her hands as good as bound, and the rest of her was stuck between his body and the bed. She was trapped.

(And it was the safest she'd felt in... a while.)

"This," she gasped, "your -- worst?"

The taunt would've sounded more convincing if the breathy, halting quality of her voice hadn't also sounded like she was about two thrusts from unraveling. Maybe less. Every thrust was bumping her against the mattress in a very good way.

[my_own_advocate]

She was warm and tight and defiant around him; she was magnificent.

She always was.

Lucifer let out a huff, or a moan, or something in the middle, and bit her low on her neck, less careful than he had been, at risk of breaking skin. He slammed into her, not quite at the end of his self-control, but eager to come hard and rough.

[okteiviakom]

Even without the rougher bite, everything was heightened now, and Octavia cried out at the pain.

That was definitely going to leave a mark.

... And that was the thought echoing in her head as the sting and the way he slammed into her - slammed her into the mattress - combined to throw her over the edge. She sounded like she could barely breathe, only shudder underneath him as the release rolled over her.

And yet: "Don't st--" Sounded like a whimper, like pleading. (But permission, too.)

[my_own_advocate]

Lucifer gasped loudly, a hot wet breath that carried, as he felt her come around him. He kept her held tight, his fingers around her wrists, his arm around her chest, pulling her closer to him without realizing it.

Kept moving, fierce and fast, chasing his own pleasure now.

[okteiviakom]

Octavia gasped for breath, the remnants of her orgasm mixing with the continued stimulation from his relentless thrusts. A little uncomfortable, a lot overwhelming. Exactly what she needed.

This was her giving in: letting him use her body for his gain when it was just barely not too much for her.

[my_own_advocate]

He could keep going for a long time if he wanted to. And it was tempting, to restrain himself that way.

But it didn't feel right.

Lucifer kept going until he felt the edge of his release approach, and he raced towards it. He buried his face in her neck and groaned something that might have been her name, a few stuttering thrusts forming the last of his abilities and then he tumbled over, spilling into the condom.

[okteiviakom]

They could save testing her limits for another time. This was the right choice for right now.

Because Octavia felt as if, when the tension had uncoiled from the pit of her stomach, something else had uncoiled with it. At least a little. Now that he finally stopped moving, even though she was just as trapped as before, she felt...

Lighter, somehow.

Her eyes were also welling up, behind closed lids. But she was yet to pay that any attention. Too busy catching her breath and soaking up the last of all this contact, in a daze.

[my_own_advocate]

Lucifer's grip on her wrists loosened, then fell away. He trailed his fingers gently over the places where he'd gripped the hardest. Trailed them down her arm as he shifted out of her, and let her chest slide gently back onto the mattress.

[okteiviakom]

Which was exactly where Octavia stayed, in a boneless heap after stretching her arms a little, and turning her head just a bit to get more comfortable. Not that comfort was still a very high priority.

The side of her neck felt like it was throbbing in time with her heartbeat.

[my_own_advocate]

Lucifer slid to her side and watched her for a moment or so.

He didn't say anything.

But he did reach for her again, to pull her into his arms. Gently, still.

[okteiviakom]

Octavia moved willingly.

Though when she opened her eyes as she did so, the tears that had welled up finally rolled freely down onto her cheeks.

[my_own_advocate]

"Hello there," Lucifer said quietly. He ran his fingers over her hair, petting her softly.

It matched the softness in his eyes.

[okteiviakom]

Octavia shifted until she could press her forehead to his again.

Something in her expression was a little... crumbled. And she couldn't explain why.