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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[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.

[okteiviakom]

Good God but he was beautiful like this. Octavia couldn't have looked away even if she'd somehow wanted to.

"What?" she said. "Use your words."

[my_own_advocate]

"No, I just..." He moaned softly. "Thinking of you... perfect and wet and warm..."

Damn it.

[okteiviakom]

"Thinking of touching me, too?"

She was helping, clearly.

"Maybe having your hands on my breasts again. Or gripping my hips?"

[my_own_advocate]

"Your arse," Lucifer sighed and oh no, now his eyes were closed again. "Pulling you onto me over and over again..."

[okteiviakom]

"Eyes open, Lucifer," Octavia rasped. Because of course. "You know that didn't go well for you, last time. And you should see yourself struggling."

[my_own_advocate]

Lucifer whined softly, but he complied. Eyes open, locked on himself in the mirror, his body flushed and that bloody toy just-- working over and over again.

[okteiviakom]

"Better," Octavia drawled. "See how your skin's gone all red? "

[my_own_advocate]

It almost felt as if she was physically keeping Lucifer's head in place, forcing him to look.

It still looked mildly ridiculous, almost humiliating-- his, yes, red skin, the shallow breaths, the occasional shifts of his hips, the heavy tightness of his balls and the bloody cylinder just going on below it. "I see it," he sighed. "I see it, I see it..."

His grip had slipped.

[okteiviakom]

"All this, and no one's even touching you," Octavia said, finally straightening up some in her chair, leaning forward a little - but only enough so she could rest her arms on her knees.

Make her attention on him that much more keen.

"You're a panting mess, and technically this is all just you. You're rock hard inside that thing, and all just -- to please? To obey?"

[my_own_advocate]

"It's not all just me," Lucifer whispered. "I feel you all over me."

[okteiviakom]

"You're imagining me all over you," Octavia retorted, still in that low rasp.

(As if she didn't know what he meant. As if she couldn't imagine how he felt right now.)

[my_own_advocate]

Lucifer bit down on his bottom lip, forcing back another moan, or something more pitiful. "What's the difference?"

[okteiviakom]

"How good it would be if I was all over you."

[my_own_advocate]

Lucifer managed a shallow huff. "Darling," he said, "Even with your hands all over me, you know exactly how to deprive me."

Another crest in the cycle. This time, the groan wrenched its way out.

[okteiviakom]

"Yeah, but I'm less likely to do it then," Octavia replied.

Sounding a little distracted, funnily enough.

[my_own_advocate]

"I don't know," Lucifer said, voice growing ever unsteady. "You've managed quite well while cock-deep in me before..."

Oh. Oh, well, that mental image was a mistake. He moaned, ragged and distracted.

[okteiviakom]

Ooh, self-sabotage! He really was losing his grip here, wasn't he.

Octavia smirked, sharp. "True," she said. "It's funny how much that makes you want to touch yourself." A beat. "Even more funny not to let you." For a questionable definition of 'funny'. "But oh, when you finally do get to jerk it, or have me do it for you..."

[my_own_advocate]

"You have no idea how bloody hot you are when you just go for it," Lucifer moaned. "--Or actually, you do, and that just makes you-- nggh."

That next crest pushed him up so high, his hand grabbed hold of the mirror again.

[okteiviakom]

Octavia didn't even realize she was leaning even further forward. He was magic, who could blame her?

"Makes me what?" she taunted.