my_own_advocate | Lucifer's Mansion, Sunday Night

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."

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.

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.)

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.

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

He slid back out into her mouth. Slowly.

Octavia gave a particularly wet gasp of her own.

I'm proud.

She felt her eyes stinging.

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

And in.

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.

"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.

His moan sounded like music.

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

"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."

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.

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.

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.

"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..."

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

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

"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.

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.)

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.

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.

Lucifer pushed some of her hair away from her face, sloppily, with his thumb. He felt his pleasure building with every drag of her tongue, every little errant suck--

And finally gave into it, chasing the edge with short, sharp thrusts, using her mouth.

Octavia's eyes opened for the first time in a while when he fixed her hair. Blinked some of the water away before looking up as best she could, seeing him there, so imposing.

And what could she do except be good for him? Trying to add to every thrust, with her lips, her tongue. Whatever she could.

To help him along.

She was perfect.

Lucifer dropped his head back and let the noises flow - the sighs and the grunts and the moans, becoming ever louder as he just-- came-- closer--

Just came.

With a groan, right down her throat, fully within the confines of her mouth.

Octavia shuddered, but held, not wanting to waste a single detail of this - not a drop, not a throb.

When she was like this, him coming felt a little like something in her body tried to reflect it back. Like she could share in it, even as she sank into being just something for him to spend into.

Sex, Lucifer had learned in recent years, was at its best when it felt like you and someone you loved very much - or multiple someones - felt like a single organism. Moments like this, they were precious. Regardless of who got to come.

He let out a strangled breath, staying where he was. Not wanting to pull out yet.

But his hand slid out of her hair and carressed her cheek, her jaw, her chin.

He loved her so much.

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