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In the following months after the confrontation in the fountain of knowledge and you waking from the subsequent sleeping spell, things have finally found some semblance of normal to what you used to have when living in your original time. Small peeks of the seven demon brothers you know and love begin to show through, the comfortability you have with them bringing you a sense of peace that you haven't felt since traveling back in time.
Strangely though, the last week Lucifer has been standoffish and more sharp with his brothers than usual. At first you had thought that maybe he was just hiding himself away due to the mass amounts of paperwork Diavolo has passed on to him with the starting of RAD, until Diavolo himself requested you come by and grab some paperwork that Lucifer forgot during the last meeting.
A swift knock to the castle doors and Barbatos answers promptly. "Y/n, wonderful to see you. I assume you're here for the documents for Lucifer?"
"Yes, I must say, I'm very surprised to hear that The Lucifer made such a blunder. It's very unlike him." You comment as you step into the foyer.
"I have to agree with you. He hasn't seemed himself at all. He's even been short tempered with the young master." Barbatos states with a slight edge to his voice. "The young master, considerate as he is, just brushed it off but it displeases me to see such disrespect." He returns from the nearby table holding the stack of papers out to you.
You hum in deep thought as to what exactly could have Lucifer in such a sour mood. Running through the last few days nothing stands out in your mind as to what the issue might be, if it was something that you had experienced with your Luci or if this was unique to this time's Lucifer. "I'll see if I can get to the bottom of what's going on, Barbatos." You give him a small reassuring smile that you hope quells his ire at Lucifer's behavior.
"Please see that you do." Barbatos replies pointedly. It's clear you still have a little ways to go before Barb manages to warm up to you the way the brothers have. Along the walk back your thoughts flit from idea to idea as to what exactly could have Lucifer so out of sorts. Avoidant as he has been of you lately it’s difficult to decide how to approach things. You make your way through the house of lamentation reaching his office and knock on his door, unprepared for what greets you.
Barely a full knock against the door occurs when a loud agitated bark from Lucifer sounds from behind the door. "WHAT?!"
A bit taken aback by his harshness it takes you a moment to speak but you quickly gather your thoughts and call out from behind the door. "Sorry to bother you Lucifer but Diavolo asked me to bring some documents to you from the castle."
"Come in..." His voice is just as stoney as before but has less bite upon the information that it was you and not one of his brothers with another problem he has to solve.
You open the door and shuffle inside quickly and close the door behind you. It was clear to you that he wanted to be left alone. "Uh, where would you like me to put these?" You ask politely not wanting to make more work for him. You watch him closely as his quill continues to scratch across the documents in front of him.
"Just set them there." He replies, gesturing to the side of his desk. He never looks up even as you come closer. You examine him closely as you approach. His brow furrowed, his shoulders tensed and while those two things are fairly normal for a focused Luci, one telltale thing clues you into what ails him. As much as he tries to hide in, his wings keep shifting as if they have a mind of their own and with each shift his shoulders lock and tense. Almost as if a lightbulb appears above your head, it finally comes together. In your time, once a year Lucifer would have new feathers that would come in and while most of the feathers come in without issue and he could reach them for any preening needed there were clusters around the base of the wings where they had a tendency to cause him trouble and with no way to reach them he would always have to get help. Before you came along he had Asmodeus help. Knowing his brother's tendency for self care he knew that Asmo would be the more gentle and not hold it against him in some way like Satan or Belphie would or require payment like Mammon.
Lost in your thoughts you almost miss Lucifer's dismissal of you; and while you do begin to walk back towards the door to leave, you pause for a moment before you decide to test your luck. Seeing if he would be willing to let you help. You've definitely grown closer in your time since your arrival but you know that it required a fair bit of trust from your Luci before he allowed you to help him with his wings.
"Hmm... There is one other thing, Lucifer." You begin. When he doesn't shoo you away you take it as a sign to continue. "Far be it from me to insult your pride and imply that you need help with something but... if I may offer my assistance."
"And what exactly are you to assist me with?" His voice sounds annoyed and cold but you continue with your offer.
"Umm, With your uh... Your wings?"
His whole body tenses at your words, his quill ceasing its movement across the page and you are unsure of whether it's from your presumptive offer or from just being taken off guard but when he doesn't respond you turn quickly back towards the door to give him space. "I... I'm sorry I'll just go..." Your voice trails off as you hastily retreat not wanting to have his ire directed at you.
"Wait..." His voice freezes you in your steps. He waits for your gaze to meet his, before he continues. "Help me how?"
"Well, I just assumed that you were having some pain in your back where your feathers were coming in..." You explain with a hopeful tone to your voice. Your words come out in a rush to explain. "I know it's probably difficult to reach any of the troublesome new feathers at the base. If you would allow me to, I could apply some shadow seed oil and remove any of the casings that are not coming loose."
Lucifer stares you down, not saying a word at first. You can see the confusion, suspicion and questions in his eyes. "How... How did you know that's what was wrong?" He finally asks then continues on further. "This has never happened before, never once in all my years of existence in the celestial realm have I had this happen. How did you know?"
It finally dawns on you that this is the first time he's ever gone through this. The realization that this too was one of the many new experiences or rather punishments, now that they were demons and as such Lucifer didn't know how to deal with it, the idea of asking for help so abhorrent to him that he was just suffering through it. You couldn't help but wonder in the timeline where you weren't here to recognize the issue at hand, how long it took him to finally seek Asmodeus' assistance. You struggled to find the exact words to put his mind at ease without telling him of all the times you've helped him in the future that you just know what it looks like and that he always had you help him. You struggled to keep the blush from rising to your cheeks remembering all the intimate times that also followed you caring for his wings. "Uhh, well everyone had noticed how you've been more irritable than usual and when I dropped off the papers on your desk I noticed the way your muscles tensed in pain every time your wings would move."
He stared at you for a few moments, trying to discern the veracity of your statement. "If you'd rather it not be me I can go get Asmo. I don't want you to be in pain anymore but if you don't have that level of trust with me yet I don't take it personally."
He wrinkles his nose in a slight look of distaste at the idea of his brother helping him with such a private matter, before he shakes his head slightly. "No, I..." His wings shift and he winces this time, unable to hide his discomfort, he tries his best to keep his aire of authority intact as he continues. "As our attendant I see no reason why you wouldn't be fit to assist in this matter. Would this evening work for you?"
You smile softly, feeling relieved that he's allowing you to help. "I can help now if you'd prefer. I just need to go grab a few things as well as the shadow seed oil."
The relief present on his face at your words causes a flutter of butterflies to dance through your stomach. "Certainly, I have a few more documents to sign here and then if you could meet me in my room?"
"Of course." You respond then quickly head out of his office and off to Asmodeus' room. You give a quick but loud knock in case he's in his bath.
"Just a sec!" You hear Asmo's melodic voice ring from behind the door. When he opens it he's dressed to the nines and looks to be getting ready for a night out. "Oh, Y/n. I was just heading out. Did you want to go too?"
"Thanks for the offer but not tonight. I was just hoping that you might have a bottle of shadow seed oil?" You explain quickly not wanting to hold him up.
"Oh you're in luck darlin'. I just got a couple bottles in the mail from Akuzon the day before yesterday." He says cheerfully as he bounces back into his room to grab an unopened box. He grabs a beautifully adorned letter opener and slices the box open with a flourish. He reaches in grabbing one of the ornate glass bottles and handing it over. "Here ya go. This stuff is just fabulous. Your skin will have a beautiful dewy finish after you use it and doubles as a fantastic massage oil. If you ever want one, just let me know." He gives you a wink as he places it into your hands.
"Thank you sooo much Asmo. I'll buy you another one tomorrow to replace this one." You give him a hug and smile when you pull back. "Have fun out on the town."
"Ohhhh, you're just so cuuuute, y/n. I just wish I could put you in my pocket and keep you with me all the time. You wouldn't mind would you. You'd get to be with me after all." He bubbles cheerfully, quickly wrapping his arms around you pulling you closely for a hug once more then showering your face and neck in kisses. "Assssssmmoooo... Stooooop." You whine and giggle at his overly affectionate attention.
"Another night?" You offer hoping to let him down easily.
"Promise?" He pouts
"Promise." You respond with a smile.
"Okay okay... You can go." He huffs playfully then waves goodbye. You head down to the kitchen to get a large bowl of hot water and stop at the linen closet to grab a few towels then head towards your destination. You knock on Lucifer's chamber door only for him to answer seconds later. His suit jacket laying across his bed and his dress shirt already unbuttoned midway down his chest.
To say that Lucifer is a mouthwatering sight would be an understatement. It's been so long since you've seen your Luci and to be honest you've missed the intimacy the two of you had together. He gestures for you to come inside the room then closes the door behind you, the telltale snick of the lock sliding into place. He swiftly walks past you standing between his chairs near the chess table and the bed. He clears his throat before speaking a little awkwardly. "Where would it be best for this? The chairs or the bed?"
You smile gently in reassurance "Whichever you prefer is fine with me. I just need a table to set this stuff on."
He looks at the bowl of water with the bottle of oil resting in it and the towels then nods. He walks over to his chess table and clears the pieces off then slides the chairs next to each other. You walk over to the table, arranging everything, while keeping your head down to give Lucifer some level of privacy while he disrobes.
Lucifer walks over to his bed and finishes removing his shirt glancing out of the corner of his eye at you the entire time. "You don't have to be so demure around me, Y/n. I hardly feel self conscious of you seeing my body." He states plainly but with a hint of teasing to his voice.
You let out a little huff of a laugh at his comment. "Well I was trying to be considerate..." You pout.
"While I appreciate it. I much prefer the honest and forward aspect of your personality. So please be yourself with me. You're one of the few people that I genuinely feel like understands me and doesn't fear me just because of who I am." Lucifer divulges in a level of openness that takes you off guard for a moment. As you process his words, a level of warmth suffuses your chest.
"Luci, I..." You feel speechless for a moment, stumbling over your words. You finally settle on meeting his gaze and smiling. "...Thank you."
A soft blush dusts along his neck and cheeks before he turns from you to sit backwards in one of the chairs, crossing his arms over the back and resting his forehead against them.
You drag the other chair behind him and sit down to inspect around his back and base of his wings. The issue is immediately apparent at first glance. The skin surrounding each wing is an angry red and inflamed, some feathers even digging into the swollen tissue. In a few spots it looks so irritated that the skin is broken and bleeding. It looked as though he may have tried to use something to scratch at it. You let out a sigh, "Lucifer... How long has this been bothering you?" You do your best to keep the chastisement out of your voice but the concern for the damage he caused results in it peeking through.
His back tenses at your tone. Him being the oldest of his siblings Lucifer is NOT one to be scolded. "I am not a child, y/n."
"Don't 'I'm not a child' y/n' me, Lucifer. You told me to be myself and this is me being myself. My concern will override my self preservation every time. Now... How long has this been bothering you?"
Lucifer huffs in irritation but answers. "About two weeks..."
"TWO WEEKS!?!" You shriek. He tenses and moves to stand up but settles back into his seat when you rest your hand between his two pairs of wings. "I'm sorry for yelling but I can't believe you just suffered through this for two weeks. Please, next time this happens, come to me so I can help. Your back is raw and bleeding from you not doing anything to resolve this."
Through your hand on his back you can feel the tension from him being scolded by you but as your concern for him bleeds through in your voice he slowly relaxes, sighing in resignation. "okay..."
You let out a breath of relief then move over to the bowl of water. You test the temperature finding it has cooled too much. Placing your hands flush against the sides of the bowl, you cast a spell. Your hands warm and push the heat into the bowl. You start placing the towels into the warm water along with the oil, explaining to Lucifer what you're going to do. "So, to start with I'm going to wrap these warm cloths around the base of each of your wings to soften the skin then I'll start inspecting each wing and removing the casings that are stuck. It's probably going to hurt because it's so inflamed but I'll be as gentle as I can."
Lucifer almost made a comment about clearly being able to handle a little pain but decided to keep it to himself. Lucifer hissed in discomfort at the warm cloths being placed against his tender skin but after a moment the pain settled into a soothing sensation. After a few minutes you removed the cloth from his upper left wing. Coating your fingers in shadow seed oil, you gently massaged it into the irritated skin. "I'm going to need to move your wing around a bit to get to certain areas, so I'll need you to relax and let me move them."
Such a foreign request has a small amount of tension radiating through his wing before slowly relaxing into your care. Rotating and shifting his wings this way and that you find the stubborn casings to his feathers that refused to release on their own. You gently massage them, softening the casing then press your nail into each one in order to crack and ease the casing off. Feather by feather you work your way across his back until all are freed. The occasional twitch or flinch breaks through his steel resolve but Lucifer remains relaxed through the bulk of your care of his feathers.
A few new feathers are still visible beneath the skin and aren't ready just yet though due to the swelling. So to ease the discomfort you coat your hands in oil and massage the skin around each wing then decide to massage his back for good measure, knowing that his muscles must be unbelievably sore after dealing with this pain for two weeks.
So wrapped up in the natural motions of caring for him you find yourself placing a soft kiss between his upper wings the way you would with your Luci. The moment your lips meet his skin though you freeze and jerk back realizing what you did, and that this was not your Luci to behave as such with. Lucifer doesn't react though and when you peek around at him he appears to be sleeping. You clean the oil off your hands then quickly tidy everything up. Lucifer still seems to be sleeping once you have finished so you gently comb your fingers through his hair in an attempt to wake him. "Lucifer, come on. Let's get you to bed. Sleeping on a chair like this won't be very restful."
He slowly lifts his head to look at you, his eyes glazed over. He doesn't speak, just rises from his chair and climbs into his bed, laying face down. You gather your things, flipping the light out as you leave and head back to Cocytus hall for the night.
Behind the closed door of Lucifer's room, he groans into his sheets as he wills his erection to go away. Who knew having you tend to his wings would bring out such a reaction in him. Every caress of your fingers sent a jolt to his cock that had it not been for the pain coupled with the care of his wings, he would not have been able to restrain himself. As it is, it took everything in him not to toss you to his bed and ravish you. But no, that was no way to repay your care and kindness, to use you for his own satisfaction. Just because you kissed his back so gently does not mean he could just do as he pleased with you.
Will it, though he tried, his erection would not subside. So with fantasies of what he wished he could have done with you he stroked himself to completion. Thoughts of you stroking his wings while he sheathed himself inside you played through his mind, his heavy panting breaths the only sounds that could be heard in his chamber.
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The next day, Lucifer was in a much better mood than he had been the last two weeks. When you arrived at breakfast with the brothers, Lucifer stood and pulled out a chair next to him for you. As he pushed your chair in he leaned over to your ear and whispered a quiet thank you in your ear before sitting back down to eat. The strange looks from his brothers were impossible to miss. Mammon, as petulant as always, loudly questioned what was going on and why Lucifer was all nice all of a sudden.
Everyone ignored him in favor of enjoying the better mood around the table with Lucifer not having an ever growing angry aura around him. Following breakfast you pulled Lucifer aside. "So you were so out of it last night that I didn't get to tell you yet but, you still have some feathers coming in under your skin. It should take a few more days for them to surface though, so whenever they do let me know and I can take care of them for you."
Immediately something flashes through Lucifer's eyes but it's too fast for you to identify. "A few more days?" He questions.
"Mmhmm, from what I could see that's about what I would estimate." You respond.
He looks over your head in thought for a moment then nods as he formulates how to proceed. "I said I would call on you as you asked, so I shall."
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A few days pass before Lucifer brings up needing your help once more. He asks if that evening you are free before he proceeds with his plan. Determined to quell the raging fire inside him that rises just at the thought of you touching his wings again; he takes care of his potential "problem" before your scheduled meeting time. Hoping that by taking the edge off, it will hinder his body's responses.
The knock on his door signals to him that you've arrived, he opens the door to find you dressed in more comfortable attire. "I hope you don't mind, I stopped at Cocytus hall and changed, seeing as this takes a while I figured you wouldn't mind if I was dressed down."
"Not at all. You are doing me the favor after all. I would prefer you to be comfortable." He steps to the side allowing you entry then closing and locking the door the same as before. "Thank you again for your care, y/n"
You smile softly at him before preparing the table once again, it still takes you off guard sometimes how much softer this Lucifer is than yours, the many years living in the Devildom not having drawn out his more sadistic tendencies yet. "I'm happy that I can help, honestly. You do so much for everyone and take on so much responsibility. It feels good to know that I can bring you some amount of relief."
Your innocent smile makes him feel like the demon he is, that your tender care was corrupted in such a lustful way that he needed sexual relief after. With a deep breath he steps to the waiting chair and sits down, having already removed his shirt in preparation for the task at hand. Tonight he was nervous for a completely different reason and hoping that by relieving himself earlier that his urges will stay in check.
You step up behind him resting a hand against his back as you inspect where his skin was injured only days prior. "Wow, I always forget how much quicker demons heal than humans. It truly is amazing. Aside from the new feathers coming in, you wouldn't even know you were injured before." The sensation of your fingers moving along his back causes goosebumps to run across his flesh. "This should be a lot less painful for you this time around."
True as can be, as you move along his back working on each wing, the pain is practically nonexistent and with that acknowledgement, a new problem occurs. His restraint is tested infinitely more as each stroke and each press against his wings sends a shiver of ecstasy through his body. By the time you are finished with the top pair of wings his restraint is shot. The effort of keeping each and every moan of pleasure in check is unbearable. As you move down to the bottom right wing he sinks his teeth into his forearm to mitigate the surging pleasure rising in his body. He repeats a mantra in his head over and over just a little more. You can do this, Lucifer. Just because you're a demon does not mean you can take advantage of this woman.
He continues to repeat this to himself as you move over to his left lower wing. "Almost done, there's only a few feathers on this last wing and then you're all set." You inform him. A shaky breath leaves him at the knowledge that he’s almost through this torture.
He's been oddly quiet this entire time but you observe but just assume this entire process has been exhausting. You manage to work two of the last casings of the feathers fairly easy but the final one is particularly stubborn, you wrap your hand around the entire base of his wing and press a bit harder with your thumb to massage more firmly. Working the stubborn feather back and forth to loosen the casing.
Until suddenly Lucifer gasps out a sharp order "enough!"
You pull back concerned that you may have caused him undue pain preparing to apologize only for your words to stick in your throat as he towers over you. His shoulders rise and fall with heavy breaths, his face flushed, eyes glazed over. "Run..." the order comes out in a rumbled growl.
"Lucifer...? What's wrong? Are you okay?" You question as you search his expression for what might be causing this reaction not even responding to his order.
He continues to prowl forward backing you against the wall, caging you in with his towering frame, his arms on either side of you as he presses his hands against the wall behind you. "Why can't you just listen. Especially when it's for your own good." He groans out. You can feel his warm breath against your neck as he encroaches on your space. "You’re right, your self preservation skills are deplorable." He breathes out against your skin as he drags his tongue up along the heavy thudding heartbeat in your neck.
A shiver travels down your spine at his actions, your sex warming in arousal. You had just assumed the sex after caring for your Luci's wings was a result of the intimacy you already had. Clearly you were mistaken. This being his first foray into his wings being cared for only compounded things. Your voice is breathy as you speak, your pussy growing slick. "And what exactly am I supposed to be preserving myself from? You?"
He groans collapsing onto his elbows closing in on you, his erection pressing against your abdomen. "You are an exhaustive temptation and I am trying my damndest not to take advantage of you." he grinds out between clenched teeth.
Your soft laugh breaks through, the idea that he's holding back from doing EXACTLY what you yearn for him to do is amusing. A low growl rumbles from his chest. "And what exactly is so funny about that?"
"Your angel is showing, Lucifer." You place your hands against his chest. "You're being entirely too considerate for a demon." Sliding your hands up to thread your fingers into his hair and pull him down to press your lips against his. He groans into your kiss, no longer able or wanting to hold back. His arms wrap around your waist to lift you and pull you closer to his body. Your legs instinctively wrap around his hips as his tongue slips between your lips to dance with your own. The level of desperation in his kiss has you so lost that you don't notice that he's moved to carry you to his bed. It's not until your back meets the coolness of his black silk sheets and he pulls away to kiss down your neck do you notice your movement.
His hands frantically search for the hem of your shirt, shoving it up over your breasts before diving down to swirl his tongue around the nipple and then suck. Your back arches in an effort to feel him more as his large hand palms your other breast. Uncoordinatedly you tug your shirt off as he continues to lap and flick his tongue against the tender bud. "Lucifer..." you gasp as he sucks hard leaving a deep purple love bite on the swell of your breast.
He pulls back with a self satisfied grin. "Lovely..."
You wrap your legs around his hips in an attempt to pull him closer but he doesn't budge. Instead he lifts you once more to shift your body further up the bed then grasps the waistband of your shorts and pulls them and your underwear down in one swift tug. Your thighs clench together in need as his gaze lingers across your body. Grabbing hold of your knees he parts your thighs to drag two fingers through your slick opening causing you to bite your lip and whimper in need. "Seems I shouldn't have made myself suffer in need after all. Lustful little thing..."
His eyes close as he brings his fingers to his lips to taste you, savoring your flavor on his tongue. Suddenly his eyes flash and you find yourself flipped onto your stomach, head pressed to the sheets and ass up. "Did you plan this all along?" he accuses.
"What?!? No..." You gasp in shock.
Lucifer delivers a swift stinging smack to your ass. A beautiful shade of red blossoming on your skin. "Do not lie to me, Y/n"
"I'm not... I'm not lying, I swear!" You whimper.
Two more smacks to the opposite cheek. "So I am to believe that our attendant is just so needy for demon cock, that your kind gesture of caring for my wings worked out in your favor?" He grabs your hand to press against his massively straining erection in his pants. Dropping your hand he palms your ass to spread you wide. "Your pussy is absolutely dripping. How could I believe anything but?"
He dips his thumb into your wetness, sliding it back and forth, grazing your clit with each pass. You rock your hips back into his touch as you respond. "That's not it! I've always wanted you! I care about you so I didn't like seeing you in pain. Did I hope that one day you would want me like this? OF COURSE I DID! But I would never manipulate you into it."
He begins rubbing teasing circles around your clit with his thumb as he contemplates your words making you whimper and wiggle your hips in desperation. He makes quick work of his belt, zipper and clasp of his pants, shoving them half way down his thighs, freeing his swollen member. Removing his hand from stimulating you to finish removing his pants; he then moves behind you once more replacing his teasing fingers with his cock, sliding the head back and forth between your lips, slick with need for him. He keeps pausing and pushing forward ever so slightly with each pass. You attempt to rock your hips back onto him, needing him to stop this torment and fill you already but his iron grip holds you still for his torture. "Please... Please Lucifer..." You beg.
He halts his motions, "Please what?"
"Please fuck me! Fill me! I need it! I need you inside me NOW!" You plead.
For a split second you think he won't, that he will leave you here needy and wanting before, finally, he sinks into your warmth in one hard thrust. "Fuck..." he says under his breath before pulling back until just the tip remains only to drive forward again, smacking his hips against your ass. "You beg so prettily."
He continues his thrusting nice and slow, pulling your upper body up flush with your back to his chest. He wraps his hand gently around your throat, feeling the vibrations of your moans in the palm of his hand. He tilts your head to the side to kiss you deeply, swallowing the sounds of your pleasure. "Lucifer... you feel sooo good..." You whimper into his kiss. "So good... more... hhaaa... more... please..."
He thrusts pick up speed as his hand creeps down to circle his fingers teasingly over your clit causing the coil deep inside to wind tighter and tighter. "Dear... sweet... naïve little attendant... is this demon enough for you?" Lucifer taunts in a syrupy sweet voice. Your cunt flutters around his cock at his words, driving you ever closer to orgasm. "That's it... come for me" he demands as he rubs harder making you whimper and clench. Lucifer's groan vibrates through his chest as leans in, sinking his teeth into your shoulder. You cry out in pleasure as he continues thrusting relentlessly through your high, his cock glistening with the evidence of your orgasm.
He pulls from your slick heat as you come down, your body trembling. He turns you onto your back then lifts you into his arms, sinking you down onto his still throbbing shaft. Your arms wrap around him as you nuzzle into him, kissing and nibbling along his neck. He lazily rocks you against his cock drawing out his pleasure. Your fingers eagerly seek his carefully folded wings, wanting him to feel even half as desperate for you as you are for him. You slide your hands down to wrap around the base of his upper wings, stroking your fingers down to the bend then along the length of the feathers.
A choked cry escapes from Lucifer's lips. His wings flexing into your hands more as he squeezes you tighter in his arms; a shudder traveling through his body. He tosses you back onto the bed never leaving your depths. He grabs your wrists in one hand, thrusting them over your head and pinning them to the bed. "Vixen!" He accused, thrusting deeply and grinding his pelvis against your clit.
You wiggle and squirm trying to free your hands, wanting to touch him, to feel him fall apart from your touch. "Please, Luci. Let me touch you." You whisper sweetly, wrapping your legs around his hips, clenching your thighs and digging your heels into his ass for leverage, meeting his thrusts, wanting him deeper.
His beautiful ebony wings flex as if begging for your touch, before he finally releases your hands. He grips your thighs tightly, shoving your knees up and lifting your hips so his every thrust drives into your g-spot. Your arms wrap around him once more, this time centering your attention to his lower wings. You repeat the same motions, with each downward stroke across them, Lucifer's hips stutter and a whimper leaves his lips. "Hhuunnnn, no more... you're going to make me cum." The soft bid for mercy is whispered against your neck. "Not yet..."
"Come for me, Luci. Please, fill me." You whisper seductively. His thrusts turn desperate and pick up speed, wanting you to come with him if he was going to give in to your cruel temptation.
"You first..." That fluttering of your insides signally to him that you were close, he deftly slides a hand between you to bring you over the edge. Your back arches, pressing your head back into the mattress as you cry out your release. Your hands tense against his back, squeezing the base of his wing. Lucifer lets out a high pitched moan, as he reaches his peak, his body shuddering in release as his thrusts continue unevenly and stilted. Your sweet pussy milking him to its last drop. "Fuuuuck..."
His body collapses on top of yours, wings folded against his back even as they continue to quiver with little aftershocks of pleasure. He rests his head against your chest, taking care to position it so as not to hurt you with his horns. His eyes relax closed as you comb your fingers through his hair.
After a short while, he lifts his head to look at you. "You will stay here tonight." It was not a request.
You just shake your head with a small breathy giggle. "Of course." You smile at him then lift yourself up enough to place a kiss against his jaw before relaxing against his bed once more.
He gives a huff at your teasing but finds your response acceptable. Finally he pulls from your warmth leaving briefly to his bathroom then coming back with a warm washcloth to clean you up with. It's odd but refreshing to be reminded that some behaviors never change with Lucifer, remembering back to the first time you were intimate with your Luci and how he cleaned you after. You had felt awkward at first but learned to accept that this was one of the many ways he showed how he cared for you.
Feeling satisfied with his efforts he pulled the sheets back on his bed, climbing in beside you and pulling you into his arms, placing a gentle kiss on the top of your head. "Thank you..."
His words of gratitude are so soft you would have missed it, had it not been for the complete silence of the room. You reach down and thread your fingers with his hand resting around your waist and draw his hand to your lips, placing a soft kiss to the palm of his hand. "Always..."