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 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.

[okteiviakom]

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.

[my_own_advocate]

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.

[okteiviakom]

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.

[my_own_advocate]

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.

[okteiviakom]

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.

[my_own_advocate]

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.

[okteiviakom]

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.

[my_own_advocate]

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

[okteiviakom]

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.

[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.