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Lucifer's Mansion, Sunday Evening

Another Sunday, another date night at the mansion, another meal almost finished. The dessert was more chocolate than it was fruit, but the latter was still very much a part of it. The combination seemed to be just the right thing for Octavia, because...

"Is it too much if I lick the bowl?"

The answer was not going to affect her much.

[ooc: For that guy and also glorious SP.]

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"Yes." Definite longing. "I would give you two... anything."

"I dream, sometimes," Lucifer whispered, "Of just a perfect day or a perfect week, all of us inside in comfort, naked, just giving and taking..."

He slipped a third digit into her, his chin raised.

"You'd be so gorgeous, darling. Fucked-out and sticky and ours..."

The added stretch felt obscene, and therefore all the more beautiful. Octavia's moan said so, too - and perhaps startlingly loud.

"Fuck, I want that," she breathed like a confession. "Just want to be there with you. For you."

She could picture it now --

"Being passed around between us?" Lucifer murmured. "So full. So tight around both of us..."

His hips shifted against her, the pressure building, but he was so caught in the moment he couldn't-- wouldn't move to speed it up.

"Covered in cum with that devilish look in your eyes. Mine."

Octavia's hips were moving, but she was also drawing this out, and not even realizing she was doing it. There was just always something that seemed precious to her about every time he talked to her like this. Made it clear that there was no reason for her to feel ashamed of anything she might want.

"Yes," she sighed, like a promise. "Just taking it all until you have nothing left. 'Til my -- my lips are sore, my skin is red, and I... I'm just a cum-soaked mess."

"Like a good, filthy girl."

Lucifer's breath came out as a shudder this time, the image going right to his cock.

"Yes," Octavia gasped, "and happy."

Which was probably the biggest confession of all.

Lucifer chuckled, low and dirty, his arm tightening around her. "That's my Octavia," he whispered, twist, spread, thrust.

Oops, that was a moan. Followed by a series of very shaky nods.

"Yeah."

His Octavia, no doubt about it. And his Octavia was finally beginning to really move again. His fingers were clearly doing things that were too delicious for her not to try and ride both them and his cock.

"Tell me some filth, darling," Lucifer whispered. "Something about me."

Even if he sounded out of breath. Even if his eyes wanted to roll back a bit at the movement, at the wonderful way she wrapped around him-- just so.

"There's a, there's a toy," Octavia breathed. Still moving. "I bought, a while back. And I can't wait to make you fuck it while I watch."

She swallowed, gasped a breath as he sank fully into her again.

"'S gonna be the opposite of that one plug. It's gonna make you feel so good, and I'm not gonna -- I won't let you come. Because you're too beautiful when you're desperate."

"Oh, bloody terror you are," Lucifer groaned, and tilted forward a bit, burying his face into her shoulder as he let out a loud moan.

"Shouldn't suffer so beautifully," Octavia sighed. "We need the mirror. You should watch yourself."

"We should get that mirror," Lucifer agreed, eyes closed. He moaned, softer this time. "You're so inventive when you make me suffer..."

"All I want is to make you grateful," Octavia breathed, "when it ends."

And, oh. Her hips were picking up their pace again.

"Just -- think about everything I could do behind your back if you faced a mirror."

"Mm, you just want to watch me hurt," Lucifer groaned, and his fingers couldn't help but still for a moment as pleasure overtook him. "Oh. Oh."

"Not just," Octavia argued, although it was more a sigh than anything else.

Moving felt good, felt right.

"Not just," Lucifer allowed, and remembered about his fingers, and got them moving again.

It was beginning to become difficult to think.

"Want you to get what you deserve," Octavia replied, but she was starting to sound extra distracted, too.

See, his fingers were doing something important to add to how she moved. And she finally felt like chasing something, instead of just drawing this out. And that showed.

Half squirming, half thrusting, like she couldn't get enough of him filling her up.

Good. Because he couldn't get enough of filling her up. Of feeling her, wet and tight around him, the delicious hint of what could-be around his fingers.

Lucifer fell silent - in words, at least. He gasped, and he groaned, his hips sometimes moving with her, into her--

He hissed with naked pleasure and tipped his head back.

They weren't talking, but none of this was silent, no. The water sloshed around with each of Octavia's movements - which were beginning to border on frantic.

Her grip was tight on his shoulder. On the edge of the tub, too. That was how she could ride him best for all he was worth. Her eyes were shut tight, and she didn't even know how loud she was being.

Lucifer was panting, his eyes turnd towards the sky. Not seeing much of anything. Just-- feeling the incredible friction, the pleasure that wound him up higher and higher and higher.

It had been too long. He'd almost forgotten how perfect they felt together.

Another rock of her hips against him.

Higher, still.

Higher, and higher.

There was tension all through Octavia, now. Just grinding against him with a sense of need.

"Oh, I'm, I'm --"

Very close.

"Yes, please," Lucifer babbled, another frisson of need driving him up, into her body, before being forced back down by the reality of their situation. "Please I have to feel you before I go please--"

And how could Octavia say no to that?

Another two or three more desperate thrusts against him followed, the last one just barely managing to bury him deep inside her before the release snapped through her, forcing a guttural noise past her lips.

And as filled as she'd felt by him all throughout, it was nothing compared to how she felt pulsing around him now.

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