Lucifer's Mansion, Sunday Night

[my_own_advocate]

There were plans to open the club - finally - and plans to go to Austria for a few days to see an opera - exciting - and Octavia had been doing better recently, so... Lucifer was in a good mood, actually, when Sunday came around.

So yes, the candles were out again tonight. And a rather imposing spread of seafood, picked up from the mainland. With mango rice, of course.

It was Octavia. Couldn't do without the mango rice.

"How do you feel about the snapper?"

[[ for her ]]

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[okteiviakom]

Octavia let him. Quiet and compliant.

Now that she'd looked up at him, her wide eyes were staying on his face. Trying to get a read on what to expect.

[my_own_advocate]

Lucifer's hand shifted, his thumb sliding past the corner of her mouth, then out.

Replaced, soon enough, by three fingers. Just as she'd had them, not too long ago, sliding into her mouth.

[okteiviakom]

Octavia made a little involuntary noise, because it was a shift from just his thumb.

But her lips closed around his fingers. Her tongue dragged against them.

[my_own_advocate]

"Suck," Lucifer murmured.

Voice growing lower still.

[okteiviakom]

So Octavia did.

Perhaps not with quite such wild abandon as last time, at least not right from the get-go. But still in pulses, swirling her tongue as she could, like she meant it.

Looking up at him.

[my_own_advocate]

Lucifer looked back. For a moment.

Then he leaned forward. His cock brushed briefly past her cheek, but-- that wasn't the point.

It was his free hand, sliding into her trousers.

[okteiviakom]

... Oh. The muscles in Octavia's abdomen jumped.

She made a choked-off noise around his fingers, her focus suddenly split in two.

[my_own_advocate]

"Keep going," Lucifer said calmly, even as his fingers pressed against sensitive skin between her legs.

[okteiviakom]

Octavia made another noise, this one dangerously close to a whimper.

But, continued. After a convulsive swallow, and maybe getting a little... messier. Less controlled.

[my_own_advocate]

"Perhaps I'll fuck your throat in a moment," Lucifer mused. His slick fingers pressed and rubbed and slid just so against her clit. "But first, I want to hear you."

[okteiviakom]

When Octavia shifted in place a little, caught in the usual struggle of wanting more and wanting less, fabric rubbed against her bruised skin and -- Yeah, there were a lot of sensations happening.

(Good.)

This one was a whimper.

[my_own_advocate]

"That's good," Lucifer cooed. "Let's see how loud you can get like this, shall we? Wallowing in it."

[okteiviakom]

Everything about his voice was unfair right now.

Octavia gave a helpless little groan. (Muffled, around his fingers. Why were her cheeks burning up again?)

[my_own_advocate]

"What? You know you don't deserve a voice," Lucifer murmured. Pressing the pads of his fingers against her tongue again.

[okteiviakom]

What was it about that that made a shudder pass through her body?

Octavia did not know, nor was she intending to take too close a look at it.

[my_own_advocate]

"Perhaps it's time to give you more to suck on," he said.

His fingers slipped between her folds.

[okteiviakom]

Octavia's eyes finally slid closed again. Like keeping her eyes open on top of feeling and hearing would have been overwhelming.

There were few coherent thoughts in her head.

Maybe that was why those next couple of pulses of sucking on his fingers were a little more... pronounced.

[my_own_advocate]

Lucifer was glad her eyes were closed; it meant she couldn't see the twitch his cock gave at the feeling of her mouth around him.

His fingers slipped from her mouth. The rest kept moving. He drew a wet line along her cheek.

[okteiviakom]

Octavia sighed as his fingers slid out, and gasped in an entirely unobstructed breath or two. She felt the wetness on her cheek and immediately flashed back to another line he'd drawn there. Similar, but different.

There was no way for her to keep him from noticing the twitch she gave around his fingers.

[my_own_advocate]

"Here, then," Lucifer said, his mouth growing a bit... Sharper.

His fingers slid beneath her jaw. He pressed himself against her mouth. "Kiss it."

[okteiviakom]

And what was poor Octavia to do except comply?

Slightly puckering up her barely parted lips for faint presses against him.

[my_own_advocate]

There were ways for her to stop this, if she wished. Lucifer just hoped she wasn't too far to use them.

His fingers tangled into her hair. "Good girl. Now take it," he murmured, pressing more firmly.

[okteiviakom]

There was a brief moment of hesitation, here.

But Octavia's fingers stayed splayed against the bed. And there were no words from her mouth.

Even when it parted much, much further, with a shuddery sigh.

[my_own_advocate]

Lucifer's gaze darted to her fingers, just for a moment.

Only then did he push on ahead, claiming her mouth with his length, slow and steady until he felt it bump against the roof of her mouth.

(It had been too long...)

[okteiviakom]

Octavia, staying very still, gasped around him. It was -- overwhelming, somehow, taste and feel and scent and power.

She wanted nothing else. In this moment, this was all.