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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[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.

[my_own_advocate]

They didn't need to.

If anything, their not going far was the point.

Lucifer kept her pushed against the mattress as he seemed to fumble doing... something?

... and slid into her without warning a second later.

[okteiviakom]

Octavia's hand curled into the bedsheets as she made a startled noise that tapered off into what she would have claimed wasn't a moan.

(But it was.)

[my_own_advocate]

"That's what I want your pretty mouth to do," Lucifer murmured in her ear, as he rocked into her hard and fierce, one stroke after the other.

[okteiviakom]

Octavia's eyes had closed. Kind of natural, that, with one cheek smushed against the mattress, rubbing against the fabric just a little with each of his thrusts.

Her words were anotehr grunt. "Shouldn't be so -- so afraid of a little teeth."

[my_own_advocate]

"Don't pretend you don't know what you did," Lucifer growled.

His next thrust was even rougher.

[okteiviakom]

Octavia gasped.

And still: "Hurt you."

[my_own_advocate]

"And does that sound like something good girls do?" Lucifer asked.

He didn't wait for an answer. He bit down on her shoulder.

[okteiviakom]

Well, then, Octavia's pithy reply was just a strangled noise, wild and kind of loud.

See how he liked that.

[my_own_advocate]

"Mhm," Lucifer hummed against her reddening skin.

And pulled away.

[okteiviakom]

Octavia inhaled a ragged, deep breath. Her shoulder still stung, and the rest of her felt, well.

Keyed up and unfulfilled just about covered it.

[my_own_advocate]

And with that...

... Lucifer got up. He opened up the night stand and closed it.

And walked into the bathroom.

[okteiviakom]

Octavia had definitely not expected that. When he got up, she braced herself for whatever was next, but then... he went away.

She rolled onto her back, then sat up, looking towards the bathroom.

[my_own_advocate]

Lucifer peeled the condom off of himself again, dropping it in the trash. He didn't hurry.

When he sauntered back into the bedroom, it was with a soft blue vibrator in one hand, and a remote control in the other.

[okteiviakom]

Octavia's eyes flicked down to his hands, then back up to his face.

The questioning eyebrow raise was faint.

[my_own_advocate]

"You don't get to ask questions," Lucifer said, and climbed onto the bed, straddling the bottom of her legs.

He was all business pressing the toy into her. He didn't linger much.

[okteiviakom]

"I didn't --" was as far as Octavia got in her bratty remark before he was already there with his toy.

She considered trying to scratch him again. Honest, she did.

[my_own_advocate]

"You were thinking one," Lucifer said idly, pressing the toy further into place. Taking care to settle its nub against her core.

[okteiviakom]

"Wasn't."

That was totally not a sigh.

[my_own_advocate]

"Quiet," Lucifer said.

He thought for a moment, stuck between two thoughts.

Then he reached out and pushed her back onto her back.

[okteiviakom]

Octavia thumped onto her back as if that was where she'd planned to go anyway.

In part because all her challenge went to her drawled, "Make me." Though even that was pretty mild. Unconcerned, even.

[my_own_advocate]

Lucifer watched her, similarily unconcerned, apparently.

He reached out and grabbed another scarf from the night stand. "As you wish," he said, pressing it to her mouth, using it to cover his fingers as he tried to push her lips apart again.

[okteiviakom]

Apparently the lack of concern on Octavia's part was actually pretty short-lived, as both of her hands came up to grab at his arm.

All nails.

[my_own_advocate]

Lucifer pressed his other arm down against her chest.

His eyebrows lifted.

He pushed again.