Lucifer's Mansion, Sunday Evening

[okteiviakom]

The main course of the evening would be a nice salad, this week. And that meant Octavia was chopping a lot of fresh things into a bowl that was fast filling up.

"Finally a dish that caters to my skills," she rasped, glancing over at Lucifer putting his finishing touches on the dessert.

[ooc: For that gently modded guy, and likely some SP because that is the Sunday mood.]

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[my_own_advocate]

Lucifer was not under the impression that asking her to do anything would do any good. His hand shot forward, grabbing the edge of the mirror for support.

Eyes still open, though his expression by now looked paint, and he was panting in ragged bursts.

[okteiviakom]

Suppose Octavia could always give him a little nudge.

"Talk to me."

[my_own_advocate]

"Hurts a bit, darling," Lucifer managed. "It's-- a lot..."

[okteiviakom]

"Too much?"

[my_own_advocate]

Lucifer swallowed.

He didn't want to say 'yes' and admit defeat, but...

[okteiviakom]

"Be honest," Octavia said sternly.

He never lied, yes, but he could leave things unsaid to the same effect.

[my_own_advocate]

Among several other ways of getting around it, yes.

But now he exhaled a sigh. "Yes."

[okteiviakom]

Octavia nodded. "Good Devil."

She turned the intensity of the pattern back down to the previous setting, first. Then the sonic motor, and finally the regular one.

(She could have done it all at once, but...)

[my_own_advocate]

And so Lucifer's hand stayed on the mirror, and his breathing stayed in ragged staccato puffs. Only when the last of the intensity fell back down did he manage a sigh, did his fingers grow less tight.

Part of him wanted to take it off entirely and take a moment to recover. The rest of him stayed stubborn.

"Thank you."

[okteiviakom]

"I don't want to break you." A beat. "That much."

[my_own_advocate]

"Thank you, again," Lucifer said, sounding a bit strained, still.

But he peeled his hand away from the mirror.

[okteiviakom]

Aw, but he'd made quite the picture, leaning on it.

"That's about as far as I'm willing to make this any easier on you, though," Octavia drawled, shifting in her seat a little, slouching a little more. "Especially without asking."

[my_own_advocate]

"Didn't think I had a right to ask," Lucifer admitted. Staring at himself in the mirror, to try and keep these sensations down to a-- manageable level.

[okteiviakom]

"A right to ask and a right to get are two different things," Octavia pointed out. "I decide."

[my_own_advocate]

"You decide," Lucifer sighed. He let out a hiss as the sensations ratcheted up again, adding to the fire in him.

[okteiviakom]

"How are you feeling, anyway?" Octavia rasped. "Where are you at?"

[my_own_advocate]

"Like I have to put in some effort," Lucifer breathed, and pleasure washed across his face again. "To-- ah-- keep myself together..."

[okteiviakom]

"Good," Octavia replied, slow like a sigh. "Right where I want you, then. Thinking about how good it would feel to let go?"

[my_own_advocate]

"Trying not to," Lucifer said, eyes half-shut. "And yet."

[okteiviakom]

"Oh, but just think about it," Octavia cooed, like the very mean person that she was. "How amazing it must feel if you just let that thing take you over the edge. How it's gonna milk you dry."

[my_own_advocate]

Lucifer made a strangled noise as that image forced its way into his conscious mind. (How good it would be. How much better if he could--)

"Shouldn't," he managed.

[okteiviakom]

"Of course not," Octavia said, her voice all smooth. Maybe a little taunting. "But still..."

[my_own_advocate]

He tried to force the image back out of his mind, but he felt a touch of his control seep away with it. "Fuck," Lucifer gasped, his ability to react with any genuine thought well out of the window now.

The toy clenched and fluttered around him.

[okteiviakom]

Good. Octavia gave another approving hum.

"Of course, I know it doesn't compare," she said, idly. "To what it probably feels like, coming down my throat. Or balls deep in my pussy. Or buried deep in my ass, while I'm just whimpering underneath you..."

No shame.

[my_own_advocate]

Yeah, Lucifer just sounded helpless now. The thought came vivid and unrestrained, sending his hips rocking forward with equal lack of control. "Octavia," he whispered.