my_own_advocate | Lucifer's Mansion, Sunday Night

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.

Swallowing, Octavia was still looking up at him, her eyes big and wet and -- hopeful?

Had she been good?

She wasn't moving. He still held the reins, and didn't need a hand in her hair to do it.

Another unsteady breath.

Lucifer's hand wrapped around the base of his length, and he pulled back out of her mouth. Slowly.

"Perfect," he breathed.

Once her mouth, her tongue, her lips had all left his skin, Octavia's sharp inhale wasn't any steadier.

Her jaw ached as she finally got to close it, and her lips were stinging a little.

"Turn around and sit in my lap," Lucifer told her. Tried to hold his voice steady. Mostly succeeded.

Another thing that was a little unsteady was the way Octavia moved to finally straighten up a little, after nodding. And then moved, turning around.

Her ass immediately protested at her when she put her weight on it in his lap.

Lucifer leaned in to whisper in her ear, "Does it hurt?"

All Octavia could do was nod.

She might regain her voice in a moment.

"Good," Lucifer murmured.

His hand slid down her belly. Back into her trousers.

His other arm wrapped around her, pulling her in tight.

It felt... safe, his arm around her. Almost unbearably so.

Octavia made a helpless sound in the back of her throat.

"You deserve a little pain, darling," Lucifer said softly.

His fingers slipped between her folds.

"And a lot of pleasure."

Octavia's current state of mind wasn't sure she believed that. Or at least not divided quite like that.

But Octavia's current state of mind also wasn't very fighty at all.

And her body, well. She was still as slick as before, if not more, and her head tried to tilt back against his shoulder on a ragged sigh.

Well. There was a reason he'd wanted to go into this with a bit of pain on her end. Lucifer did vividly remember what happened when he snapped her out of the illusion by treating her the wrong way.

"There's a good girl," he cooed, playing leisurely with her. Like they had time. Like he was counting on her shifting against him and setting off those bruises again.

That was going to happen sooner rather than later. Just, not quite yet. She was still trying to live up to that good girl.

Even when her eyes squeezed closed, blocking one sense out again.

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