Lucifer's Mansion, Sunday Night

[okteiviakom]

It was Sunday night. There had been dinner: some nice takeout from some place on the mainland, followed by an even nicer dessert from some other place on the mainland. Panna cotta with fresh fruit was getting up there on Octavia's list of favorites.

But she had other favorite things, too.

And that was probably why they were already halfway up the stairs.

"Was that passionfruit on purpose?"

[ooc: For the Devil, and SP. NSFW bound, most likely.]

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[okteiviakom]

"Right," Octavia echoed, but not out loud. Just a small movement of her lips.

Anticipation pooled like a jittery weight in the pit of her stomach.

[my_own_advocate]

"Yes," Lucifer breathed.

His hand slid down, and wrapped around his length.

(Payback. A bit.)

[okteiviakom]

The scarf felt odd in her hair, not quite like a normal ponytail with an elastic would have felt like.

But that wasn't exactly something she would focus on when her gaze was drawn down to his hand, was it?

[my_own_advocate]

He gave himself a few long, leisurely strokes, allowing a soft moan to fall from his lips. But he had different goals in mind.

Lucifer lowered his hips, and... rocked himself against her panties. Making sure to slide, ever-so-slowly, between her legs.

[okteiviakom]

Octavia couldn't help her shudder of an exhale. (The straps around her chest pressed into her skin a little more, as she did.) The sensation was different than it had been when she'd had some semblance of control over it.

And when he'd still been wearing pants.

[my_own_advocate]

"I always keep my promises," Lucifer said, dragging himself up, then... down again. He made a soft noise. "I will take you apart. But I'm also... going to paint a pretty picture."

His eyes flicked towards her face, his gaze dragging down her body. "You look like something out of a magazine, do you realize that?"

[okteiviakom]

"No."

That wasn't an objection. Just... magazines were a little outside her frame of reference. (But what little she knew, it didn't feel like it fit.)

Anyway, her voice was soft, the word a very short one on purpose.

[my_own_advocate]

"Like a pretty picture, meant for people to fawn over," Lucifer mused. Undaunted. "And cum all over."

Another slow glide.

[okteiviakom]

"Oh."

Oh.

The muscles in her abdomen jumped. The widening of her eyes was a little more subtle.

[my_own_advocate]

"Be a pity if I didn't, wouldn't it," Lucifer said softly.

[okteiviakom]

"I don't think I get a say."

The warmth between her legs said she didn't want one.

[my_own_advocate]

"It wasn't a question," Lucifer said.

He lifted himself up, and... slid forward.

"I'm working up to telling you I expect some help," he said, as he settled in front of her face.

[okteiviakom]

"Help," Octavia repeated, with a little bit of a rasp to it -- because oh, there it was, the sudden kick of desire to resist a little. Not make this quite so easy on him.

(Quite so easy on her.)

[my_own_advocate]

"Yes," Lucifer said, his hand curling around his cock again as he pressed it against her lips.

[okteiviakom]

Octavia resisted. (Like her mouth didn't feel like it was watering.) Her lips weren't a particularly tight line, but her jaw wasn't opening.

She didn't plan to keep it up for very long.

[my_own_advocate]

"Have we decided to misbehave?"

Lucifer reached out and pressed his thumb against her lower lip, nudging it down.

[okteiviakom]

Octavia yielded to the nudge. Slowly, but she did, parting her lips further.

There was still something a little sharp about the way she was looking up at him, though.

[my_own_advocate]

There was, wasn't there?

He slipped his thumb into her mouth.

[okteiviakom]

It was a split-second decision.

She bit him. And not lightly, either.

[my_own_advocate]

Lucifer had known that was a risk. The pain was instant, shooting through his hand with an intensity born-- well, born largely of unfamiliarity with pain.

He didn't cry out, but some of the muscles in his face contracted audibly.

(Split-second decision time. He chose not to go with his first instinct. It could be too far.)

"We'll just do this the hard way, then," he growled, pulling his hand away and manhandling her onto her front.

[okteiviakom]

Octavia hadn't really known what to expect in that split-second. But this was familiar. Getting manhandled, it always set some parts of her alight that yearned to be made feel weak.

Didn't mean she didn't put up a fight. Squirmed and tried to scratch at his arms.

[my_own_advocate]

Well, there were ways to force someone to open their mouth. It just felt-- too violent for them. Right now.

Lucifer's hands gripped her wrists tight and pressed them hard against the mattress, forcing the rest of her body down with his. "Be good," he whispered.

[okteiviakom]

Octavia gave a single grunt in response, and made one last hopeless effort at bucking him off her.

'Good' was relative.

[my_own_advocate]

"No," Lucifer told her firmly.

One of his hands slid away from her wrist and moved down, tugging down her panties. "Lessons clearly need to be learned."

[okteiviakom]

The panties weren't going to go down very far, or at least not all the way, thanks to the two straps at the front, each of them connecting the thigh straps to the one circling her waist.

Octavia snorted at his words, though her newly freed hand didn't seem to be about to make any sudden moves.