my_own_advocate | Lucifer's Mansion, Sunday Night

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?"

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my_own_advocate

"What does that say about you, I wonder," Lucifer mused.

He leaned forward, and pressed his fingers against her lips.

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okteiviakom

That she was twisted beyond all repair.

Octavia had felt his lean, but still startled when his fingers were there. With her scent. And her taste, if she'd only parted her lips --

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my_own_advocate

"If you take the next few blows gracefully, I might let you suck on me," Lucifer mused. "For now, clean yourself from my fingers."

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okteiviakom

It took a short moment for Octavia's head to turn just a little more. For her lips to part, to take his fingers in.

To suck on them, her tongue moving around them to make sure she got it all.

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my_own_advocate

There wasn't much, this time. It was a tease more than anything.

After he felt a third swipe of her tongue, Lucifer pulled his hand back.

"You counted so well last time," he mused. "Ten."

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okteiviakom

Octavia wet her lips, and sighed. It sounded like she knew better than to argue.

"Ten," she murmured, with a nod. To say she knew what was expected of her.

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my_own_advocate

Lucifer waited a moment longer.

Then his hand came down her left cheek, still firmly over her trousers. It was a firm strike.

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okteiviakom

And on flesh that had had a moment to work on developing the beginning of a bruise, too. It stung worse than it had with the last strike, and Octavia ave a sharp hiss.

But also: "One."

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my_own_advocate

Lucifer's mouth twitched. She couldn't see it.

He remained silent. The second strike was just as sure, and just as harsh.

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okteiviakom

Her eyes were shut tight again.

She wondered, faintly, how little the fabric seemed to do to soften the blows.

"Two."

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my_own_advocate

"Hm," Lucifer hummed.

But he didn't let up, delivering one strike, then another. Counting up to five in his own head. Wondering how red her skin looked, under the fabric.

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okteiviakom

Octavia counted out loud, voice getting just a little more strained with each hit.

It felt red.

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my_own_advocate

The fifth one landed with just a bit more force. As Lucifer shifted, he kept counting in his head - giving her half a count to recover.

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okteiviakom

The 'five' from Octavia's lips came out half a whimper. She found herself trying to steel herself for the next one.

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my_own_advocate

It came down a fraction of a second later. But on the other side. The skin he'd given time to settle.

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okteiviakom

So much for steeling herself. All it did was make the impact actually rock her briefly to the side since all her expectations had been going the wrong way.

Another curse slipped out before she managed the forceful "Six."

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my_own_advocate

"Woefully unprepared," Lucifer sighed, and settled into his new rhythm. The blows were fast, all three of them. A little less rough because of it.

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okteiviakom

Octavia didn't much settle into it. Just... endured.

"Seven. Eight. Nine."

Sensations blended into one.

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my_own_advocate

And then came the last one, no different than the ones that had come before.

The only difference was that he pulled away his hand afterward.

That the sound of his zipper was audible.

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okteiviakom

"Ten."

And then -- his hand was gone. And both sides of her ass ached, and there was that sound.

She forgot to breathe.

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my_own_advocate

Lucifer pressed himself against her arse. Pulling his length out, letting it slide against the crease.

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okteiviakom

A shiver rippled its way down - up? - Octavia's back as both want and dread surged through her.

Wishing for thinner layers of fabric -- no, thicker -- no, none at all...

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my_own_advocate

"Do you still want to suck on it?" Lucifer said, voice low and silky.

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okteiviakom

Want/dread.

Want/dread.

Want/dread --

Was Octavia supposed to be able to answer that? Because Octavia did not seem to be able to answer that, even after swallowing, even after parting her lips as if words were about to come out.