She had set the scene enough that there was a part of him that... wondered. About her coming, with that cock in his arse and his frustrated release so close and yet so far. Tossing him aside, leaving him to his misery until she came down enough to have a use for him again.

It wasn't a fantasy he had ever spent much time on before, but Lucifer was an angel of desire. And it was hard not to develop any new fantasies when her desire was like-- this.

"Only for you," he babbled. "Only for you."