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]

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.

[okteiviakom]

It wasn't much but it was still enough to draw another muffled groan out of Octavia, all around him.

Actually sucking on him a little when he next pulled back may have been another consequence.

[my_own_advocate]

"That's good," Lucifer whispered, eyes sliding shut. "Very good." He rocked into her mouth, a bit rougher this time. "I'm going to make-- ah-- good on what I said," he sighed. "If you make me come, I'll make you come with your pretty arse screaming for mercy again... right here in my lap..."

[okteiviakom]

Promises, promises. Was that a little moan around him? Maybe.

And Octavia's head bobbing forward to take him just that little bit further.

[my_own_advocate]

"With a toy or-or my fingers," Lucifer mused. "Haven't decided yet..."

He blew out a breath. Gripped her hair tight again, like a warning. And pressed himself into her throat.

[okteiviakom]

It was a warning that worked. Her throat was... welcoming.

Though it was hard to say whether the convulsion of a swallow was at all on purpose or not. Octavia made a garbled noise, either way. (And felt something travel down her spine, to her core. Arching her back as it went.)

[my_own_advocate]

Didn't matter if it was on purpose. Lucifer's expression went slack and he let out a loud, low moan, his hips jerking a bit against her face.

This would not last much longer.

Though he certainly took his time dragging himself back out of her throat.

[okteiviakom]

Octavia would have expected nothing less. Would probably have told him to stay as he'd been a little longer, too, right now.

Even as she took her chance to let her tongue drag against his cock as it moved. And another, for a messy inhale.