okteiviakom | The Samsara, Port of Fandom, Monday Evening

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The Samsara, Port of Fandom, Monday Evening

Lucifer was supposed to come over for dinner, and Octavia was looking forward to it. That should have been a given, but after the last while, it was an odd feeling.

A good feeling.

She'd cleared the table, down in the cabin, and was now sitting on the deck in the back. Just waiting while she listened to the sound of the water.

[ooc: For the devil.]

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Lucifer let out a soft, appreciative moan as she moved. She'd have to give him a minute to respond.

"I like rough," he managed, "When we get to it."

"Good," Octavia sighed. Followed by a little gasp as her hips rocked forward and down again.

She was just going to find a nice rhythm right from the get-go. Nothing too extreme, just -- Both of those movements had felt good, scratching an itch in a way her hands or toys hadn't quite been able to.

She wanted more.

"Very," Lucifer gasped, his hips rocking up gently to meet her. "You are a wonder--"

He'd said it before.

"I know." He'd said it before. "Tell me again."

A quiet - for now - moan slipped out as he bottomed out again.

"You're a wonder," Lucifer breathed again, his fingers sliding up, through her hair. "So beautiful."

"How'd the Devil get so taken with a mortal?" Octavia teased. Haltingly, her breath catching somewhere in the middle.

She was finding the angle, a pattern to repeat.

The smile on Lucifer's face dimmed a little, turned wry.

"Trust me when I say that immortals are very boring people as a rule," he said.

"You're not," Octavia murmured, regretting saying that. As much as her current state let her have thoughts like that at all.

She kissed him.

"We're both exceptions to very boring rules," Lucifer murmured, and kissed her back.

Thankfully, it wasn't hard to drag his thoughts away from maudlin places with the way she was moving.

Octavia definitely didn't intend to slow down. Or to stop.

"My Lucifer," she breathed, and bit on his lip again. A little haphazard, a little sharp. Like -- a reminder, to go with the words.

"Yes," Lucifer groaned, no hesitation this time, his hips snapping up against her body.

Whatever faint guilt Octavia had still been harboring over accidentally trying to bring him down in the middle of things all fell away at the sound of that.

She threw herself into it. Picked up the pace of her hips while devouring his mouth, her hands gripping his shoulders tight.

She'd said this would get rough, and well, here they were.

And how was he supposed to be anything but spellbound by her?

Lucifer's hands tangled in her hair, gripping tight under her onslaught. He kissed her back with almost-equal fervor, ceding some terrain to her, to what it was she wanted-- stopped trying to rock up into her and just let her take.

He'd wanted her to ride him, and now that was what Octavia was doing. With increasingly wild abandon, conscious thought giving way to instinct again. And her instincts told her what she needed - what they both needed - was to feel him slide deep into her, over and over again.

There were good and bad times she felt closer to an animal. This was one of the good ones.

Utterly unselfconscious about chasing pleasure.

She was beautiful when she was primal.

Lucifer could feel pleasure pooling downwards, knew it was only a matter of time, but he didn't-- didn't want to go yet. Not after all this time. Not with Octavia so alive as she worked him over.

He gasped against her mouth, sharply shifting his focus from the friction and the grip around himself to his hand, sliding down, stroking her side. Cupping her breast, plucking and kneading, like an anchor keeping him in the moment.

He heard himself moaning against her lips.

Octavia knew she wouldn't be holding on for too much longer. Or would have, if she'd still been having thoughts as coherent as that one. There was an urgency to every move. Her breaths, whenever she managed to draw one in, were noisy. But not as loud as the other noises she made, the grunts and groans and growly moans. None of it pretty.

All of it her.

Her fingers were digging into his shoulders, like they were the one thing holding her upright.

"Beautiful," Lucifer managed, his mouth skipping clumsily from hers along her cheek, her jaw. "You're so beautiful--"

He babbled more, compliments to her strength and grace, or just her name, he wasn't even sure anymore. He just held on for the ride, fighting that building pressure in his abdomen with all his might.

Octavia wasn't fighting a damned thing. His words washed over her, feeding her fervor, and she just kept. Going.

Until suddenly, mid-thrust, it was like she'd run into a wall, and there was nothing but shuddering, almost too intense for her to even cry out.

Whatever release she'd managed to get by herself during the pollen seemed like nothing, right now.

Lucifer buried his face against her shoulder, whimpering as he felt her fluttering and squeezing around him. He drove his hips up into her, chasing his own release, wanting to join her there.

It took a few seconds - which may or may not have felt like a lot longer than that - before Octavia managed to move again. It was a little more erratic, the movements smaller than before, but some of the aggression was still there.

She may have unravelled, was still unraveling (like he could feel all around him, could hear in her gasps when the continued movement drew it all out), but she wanted him there with him.

"Mon," she breathed. No thought, just instinct. "Kom gon hou."

"Yes," Lucifer hissed, and his arms wrapped around her, drawing her in tight--

He pushed up one more time, bottoming out inside of her, and spilled with a groan, his lips leaving a haphazard trail of kisses on her shoulder.

Octavia's arms had wrapped around him, too, and she wasn't sure when.

They could just shudder together for a brief moment.

Yes.

Lucifer settled in place on the mattress, hips stilling, the rest of him-- trembling a bit. He took shallow breaths against her skin, his eyes shut as he clung to bliss as long as he possibly could.

Octavia rested heavy against him and just breathed.

With her eyes closed, she felt nothing but the warmth of his body and the last of her orgasm ebbing away.

His arms tightened around her as clarity began to seep back into him. Lucifer tilted his head just slightly, and pressed a kiss against the curve of her neck.

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