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You enjoy your usual shower with Lucifer, but you've got something unusual you'd like to do with him today.
"Oh no, another surprise?" he wonders as you guide him to the edge of the bed.
"Indeed it is. Although it's not quite the same as a blindfold."
"Should I be worried?"
"Don't you trust me, Lucy?" You give him a kiss, one that almost immediately becomes something more. Something curious and needy. It's such an intoxicating feeling, you almost forget your mission. "Don't try to distract me, Lucy," you rebuke him, doing your best to behave like a succubus as you force him onto the bed. Your king is all too willing to submit to you, laying still as you climb onto the bed, imposing over him. He's starting to blush, the way you're looking at him so coyly, his cock already perking up at the sight of you.
"So, Lucy," you begin.
"Yes, honey?" He's nervous, but excited, and it shows, even in the limited response he gives you.
"Don't be nervous, love. I want to do something that'll feel good."
"I can think of a lot of things..."
"I want to be on top."
He swallows, avoiding direct eye contact. "This wouldn't be the first time."
"I'd really, really like to, Lucy."
His face is practically glowing yellow, his lightly quivering hands moving to cover his face. "I... wouldn't mind that."
"Hmm?"
"I'd like that. I want you to," he manages, still not peeking from behind his fingers.
Satisfied, you lift Lucifer's lower half up, propping it in place with a pillow. From this angle, you can see every time his prick twitches in anticipation, and the adorable look on his face as he peeks at your process. You coat your fingers in lubricant, spreading a generous amount around Lucifer's hole. He inhales sharply when your fingers meet the delicate skin, his cock moving at least an inch or two.
"Are you relaxing, honey?"
"Sure I am! Why wouldn't I be relaxed?"
"Because you're nervous. Nothing to be scared of, darling." You swirl your pinkie in little circles around his clenched entrance, waiting for him to breathe out.
"Oh God," he relents, letting his body go limp. With a loving giggle, you push your pinkie inside. As you go into him, feeling the way he clenches around even your smallest digit, hugging at it, refusing to let go, he lets out a long, protracted "haaaahh..."
"How's that, Lucy?"
"Feels like you've got a finger inside me, love."
"Very funny. You're stalling."
"You don't need to be so gentle. I don't mind it rough if it's from you."
"The last thing I want is to accidentally hurt you."
"I'll tell you if it hurts. Do me a favor and mess me the fuck up."
You're the one with the reigns, but you're happy to oblige, replacing your pinkie with your index and middle finger, feeling them sink into him. The sound he lets out now is nothing so sweet and gentle, he groans carnally as you move past your first knuckles, then the second, all the way to where your fingers connect to your palm.
"That better?"
"Come on, that's your pillow talk? I want you to be rough with me."
Moving your fingers in and out of him, you watch his expression as it goes from provoking to submissive pleasure, his cock dripping precum onto his stomach, his claws digging into the sheets, his mouth open and crying out in ecstasy every time your curving fingers find his prostate.
"You make a cute bitch, Lucy," you tease him, feeling his lower half buck in approval. "Do you need me to stroke you?"
"Please, fuck, please..." he whines, both hands still wrapped in the sheets, your fingers increasing their rhythm so they match his subconscious thrusts against you. Wrapping your free hand around his shaft, you can feel it pulsing with need, burning hot and rock-hard. You stroke in time with when your fingers dip in, relishing the faces Lucifer makes as you do. His got his eyes closed, softly moaning with every motion from you. You can't take another minute of not claiming him.
"Are you ready for all of me?"
"Of course, master. Whatever you want, you can have it."
You're more than ready to go, frotting your dick against his for a moment. Dousing it without another round of lubricant, you take Lucifer by the thighs. He lets out a little gasp when you spread him, teasing the head of your cock against his asshole. "What do good boys say?" You taunt him, hoping he likes your performance.
"Please... oh God, please."
You ease yourself into him, feel him clenched even more than before. He's abandoned all pretense of keeping his voice down, letting out a high, femme moan as you go deeper in. He's loving this, all of it. The pageantry and the act itself. "You're so fucking tight," you praise him quietly, beginning to stroke him. He's panting like a dog now, staying completely still, letting you have your way with him. The King of Hell, pacified at the end of you, begging you to make him your bitch. You can't believe your good fortune. "I never would have taken you for such a slut, Lucy."
"I'm full of surprises," he replies, his voice shaking with the rhythm of your thrusts.
"Not the only thing you're full of, either," you reply. You can feel a change in his body; he's tightening up, his dick swelling even more than it already has been. "Are you going to cum for me?"
"Yes, yes sir, please let me cum."
You release his cock, pinning both of his hands down to the bed. He has no way to avoid looking you in your eyes as you thrust into him as far as you can go, his eyes squinting when you do. His mouth is wide open, forked tongue drooping from the side of it, his warm breath on your neck. He keeps getting tighter, his moans going up by octaves until he lets out a shrill, whining cry, cum gushing from his tip, flying so far it almost gets him in the eye. You've never felt him release so much, his cock pumping out bursts of it even as it starts to recede. It's such a sight you can't stop yourself from finishing inside of him, eliciting a fresh round of whines and twitches from him. He's absolutely covered in his own seed, taking whining breaths, whispering his love for you under his breath, one of his arms draped over his eyes. Pulling out, you take his cock, half-mast but throbbing at your touch, and give it a kiss, spots of his seed sticking to your lips. Taking his face, you give him a long, passionate kiss, letting him get a taste of himself.
"What do you think of your own cum?"
"Coming from you, it's not so bad," he concedes, still a pastel shade of yellow on his cheeks. You use his towel to help him clean up, and then settle into bed beside him, letting him rest his head on your chest. "You did such a good job bottoming for me, love."
"I live to serve," he insists, embarrassment playing at the edges of his cadence.
"I'll see just how far that can take me."
"As long as it's you," he pleads.
"Forevermore," you promise him.