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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[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.

[my_own_advocate]

Lucifer's hand against her had stilled. He'd get back to it, but now he needed to focus. To grip her hair and pull back, just enough, to thrust back in with tangible power. Without hesitation.

[okteiviakom]

Octavia made another helpless noise, but also...

Did what a good girl like her should, and began to try and relax her throat. In anticipation.

[my_own_advocate]

He was working his way there, his first thrust slow, each one afterward a little faster. Rougher.

Further.

"That's what that mouth of yours is truly for," he sighed. "You've clearly been without long enough."

[okteiviakom]

It felt like forever ago, last time. And she'd missed it.

Feared it, too.

But now that she was here, she was... just here, somehow. Sinking into it. It was hard to think about much else when she had to work at adjusting to the rougher thrusts, trying to get a breath in through her nose here and there.

There was little but him, here.

[my_own_advocate]

Lucifer's grip on her hair grew tighter, and tighter.

And then-- he was there, holding on to her hair as he tried to push into her throat. (Careful, in a way that didn't show too much.)

[okteiviakom]

Octavia gagged, softly, but held on. Held steady as she forced those muscles to relax.

Yielding to him, and his grip, and his cock. Reveling in it.

[my_own_advocate]

Lucifer gasped as he felt her yield. "Good girl," he whispered. "I'm proud."

He slid back out into her mouth. Slowly.

[okteiviakom]

Octavia gave a particularly wet gasp of her own.

I'm proud.

She felt her eyes stinging.

[my_own_advocate]

"You've learned how to do this so well," Lucifer murmured. Inexorably, his hips moved forward. "Take it again."

And in.

[okteiviakom]

The stinging in Octavia's eyes didn't exactly lessen, though the cause was slightly different.

She managed this second thrust as well as the first, though. Did not flinch away from it, just took it.

[my_own_advocate]

"That's it," Lucifer cooed.

Held a little longer, this time. (Let himself enjoy it, the heat and the stretch and the-- mmm.)

He let out a soft moan. Retreated.

[okteiviakom]

His moan sounded like music.

Octavia's little wet coughing noise sounded like something else. She swallowed, while she could.

[my_own_advocate]

"I think I'd like to come in your mouth," Lucifer sighed. The next few rolls of his hips were shorter, gentler. "Make me come, darling."

[okteiviakom]

Octavia managed a soft hum, in response. Yes, he would get whatever he wanted. And with these shorter, easier thrusts she even managed a little more finesse, her tongue finding the sensitive spots on the underside of his cock to rub against.

She was here for him.

[my_own_advocate]

Lucifer let out a soft gasp of appreciation. He let slip the need to demonstrate control, settling into his slow, steady thrusts. Her tongue brought pleasure with every movement.

His free hand pressed against her, palm flat, cupping her core as he managed another moan.