Work Text:
His hands were firm on her hips, guiding each slow roll, encouraging her to take her pleasure from his body. Rook shivered, bracing her hands on Lucanis’s chest, focusing so intently on the feel of his cock moving inside her that she almost didn’t notice it.
A ghostly touch on the curve of her shoulder.
A draft, she thought, tilting her hips to grind against her lover. He moaned beneath her, fingers digging into her flesh.
And another touch, the sensation of something large but insubstantial pressing against her back.
She stilled, because that was definitely not a draft. “Lucanis?” she said, her voice husky from how he’d already made her cry out.
“Mm?” he hummed, bucking his hips gently underneath her.
“Where is Spite right now?”
It was his turn to go still, his brows furrowing.
“I know he’s in you,” Rook clarified, “But I also know that sometimes you can see him outside of you. Can you see him right now?”
Lucanis pushed himself up on his elbows, the movement jostling her on his cock and making her breath catch. “He’s… he’s right behind you,” he said, giving her a questioning look.
Phantom fingertips trailed down her spine, a touch so delicate that it was almost nonexistent, and she shivered, sighed.
“Is he touching me?”
The insubstantial body pressed against her back again, phantom fingers ghosting down her arms, and Lucanis stared up at her with wide eyes. “Can you feel it?” he asked. “He is touching you, but… how can you feel it?”
Rook shivered again, closing her eyes to focus on the sensations. “I can feel… something,” she whispered.
Lucanis was quiet for a moment before saying, “He wants to know if he can touch you. He should have asked before doing it in the first place…”
Rook opened her eyes and grinned down at him. “Now he knows better,” she said, rocking her hips against Lucanis.
His breath hitched, his eyes slipping shut for a second at the feel of her. “I don’t understand how you can feel him.”
“I don’t want to understand, not right now. I just want to feel it.”
Lucanis made eye contact with the space over her shoulder, his lips parted, suddenly breathless. “Touch her,” he growled.
The timbre of his voice was enough to make her clench around him, but the ghostly hands were suddenly on her, glancing touches across her stomach, her breasts, her hips, fingertips grazing across her lips. Lucanis planted his feet on the bed and thrust up into her, his own hands grasping her hips to hold her still.
She could feel lips like a breath against her shoulder, and she swept her hair out of the way, baring her neck. The lips whispered across her skin, gossamer kisses up the curve of her neck, an intangible tongue tracing the long line of her ear. Spite touched her like Lucanis would touch her but it was ethereal, like being touched in a dream.
With a shudder, she put her hands on Lucanis’s chest again, desperate to touch something solid. A ghostly hand wrapped around her throat, the pressure barely there but enough to make her gasp and grind down onto Lucanis.
“Gentle,” Lucanis chided breathlessly, his own hands stroking up and down her sides, and it took her a second to realize he was talking to his demon and not to her.
A frisson of pleasure shivered through her as Spite licked along her ear again, his body brushing against her back, and she wished she could hear the demon. She knew he was speaking because Lucanis flushed, his mouth falling open on a moan, and he fucked up into her harder. “What… what did he say?” Rook gasped.
“He… he wants to fuck you,” Lucanis groaned, guiding her hips to circle against him. “He wants to make you come. He wants me to come inside you.”
Rook whimpered, knowing it wouldn’t take much more to get her there. She had no idea how it was even possible that she could feel what Spite was doing to her, but the how didn’t matter right then. What mattered were the sensations, the heat of Lucanis’s hands on her and the near-chill of Spite’s touch, the pleasurable dichotomy twisting up inside of her.
An incorporeal hand clutched at her breast, the sensation suddenly firmer, more real, and invisible fingers plucked at her nipple. His other hand still held her by the throat, and the ghostly mouth sucked at her earlobe. Lucanis brushed his warm, solid thumb against her clit, and it was suddenly all too much.
With a ragged wail, Rook came, climax ripping through her with breathtaking force. She bucked against him, her body shaking with pleasure. It was so strong that she couldn’t hold herself upright and collapsed onto his chest, cunt contracting around his cock. He wrapped her up in his arms, driving into her hard and fast.
Lucanis let out a slightly muffled cry, as if a mouth were pressed against his, when he came just after her, his hands clutching at her back and his cock pulsing inside of her, his body twisting underneath hers.
-
The ghostly touch vanished after a long moment. Lucanis sighed deeply, and when Rook managed to prop herself up on her elbow, she saw a flash of purple in his dark eyes. But it disappeared in a blink, and all that was left was her lover gazing up at her, a sated smile on his lips.
Her human lover, anyway.
“That was…” she had to take a second to let her brain regain the ability to construct sentences. “That was incredible. How was that even possible?”
Lucanis leaned up to kiss her, his tongue sliding across her lower lip. “I have no idea,” he murmured. “But I’m glad you enjoyed it.”
A smirk spread across her face. “How long has he been wanting to do that?” she asked, and Lucanis chuckled, his cheeks flushing a little.
“A long while,” he admitted, tucking her hair behind her ear, stroking her cheek with his thumb. “He usually just watches, if he decides to leave my body. That was the first time he’s… tried anything. I’m sorry that he touched you without asking. I should have—”
“It’s all right,” Rook interrupted with a smile, stroking his beard and pressing a kiss to his lips. “Just let me know next time he wants to participate.”
His brow furrowed for a second, clearly listening to Spite, and he shook his head with a tired laugh. “No. No, not right now.”