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]

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

[okteiviakom]

All Octavia could do was nod.

She might regain her voice in a moment.

[my_own_advocate]

"Good," Lucifer murmured.

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

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

[okteiviakom]

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

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

[my_own_advocate]

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

His fingers slipped between her folds.

"And a lot of pleasure."

[okteiviakom]

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.

[my_own_advocate]

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.

[okteiviakom]

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.

[my_own_advocate]

Lucifer pressed a firm kiss against her jaw. It was... possessive.

Much like the arm around her.

Perhaps even his fingers, as he pressed one finger against her clit, rubbing, not particularly gentle.

[okteiviakom]

... With a gasp, Octavia squirmed. Just a little. Just, enough that she could immediately feel the bruised skin ache worse.

It was like another hand on her. Another point where she was weak and he was strong.

She made a whining noise in her throat. (And thought about the ghost of him in her throat --)

[my_own_advocate]

Ah.

"Did that hurt?" Lucifer breathed. Pulled her tighter into his lap.

[okteiviakom]

Octavia gave another whimper when that meant more rubbing pressure on her ass.

"It -- aches," she stuttered out.

[my_own_advocate]

"You deserve that," Lucifer murmured.

His fingers grew firmer. "The ache."

[okteiviakom]

Octavia whimpered again, and tried to squirm away from -- the ache? The pleasure?

It really didn't matter, not when his arm was around her like it was. (And maybe that was the point. Maybe that was why.)

[my_own_advocate]

"You can't," Lucifer whispered. "There's nowhere for you to go. Nothing else for you to be."

His fingers slid down, pressed in. Two of them.

[okteiviakom]

"Please --"

Where was she going with that? It got cut off and immediately forgotten, dissolving into a quiet moan - though she was still trying to writhe her way to freedom.

[my_own_advocate]

"You have a request?" Lucifer asked, lifting his chin.

Still holding on.

[okteiviakom]

"Let me -- I don't --"

Clearly no requests that were actually fully formed.

[my_own_advocate]

"You have to speak up if you want something, darling," Lucifer sighed, sliding his fingers back up, then down.

Taking a surreptitious glance at her hands.

[okteiviakom]

Her fingers were just curling and uncurling uselessly. Because this wasn't about that.

This was just her thrashing about because sometimes accepting pleasure was difficult, apparently.

[my_own_advocate]

That's why they had the signal. To know when it was about that, and when it wasn't.

"I thought so," Lucifer murmured, brushing his lips against her ear. "Just take it."

This time, when he touched her clit, his fingers moved fast, and rough, and intense.

[okteiviakom]

Octavia cried out. Not very loud, but... louder than she'd been so far, her head tipping back further against his shoulder, body tensing further as she tried to get somewhere when there was nowhere to go.

Intense was right.

[my_own_advocate]

"Just give up," Lucifer hissed against her cheek, her ear.

He dipped his head and bit down on the tender skin of her neck, none too gently.

[okteiviakom]

This noise was louder still.

And maybe a little... desperate.

Pain bloomed up her neck, down her shoulder. Everywhere all at once, and mixing in with everything else.

[my_own_advocate]

"There's only one way out of this," Lucifer said. Dragged his tongue along the bite while his fingers continued their work, not letting up. "Through."