Octavia Blake (
okteiviakom) wrote2022-10-02 03:51 pm
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Lucifer's Mansion, Sunday Evening
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.]
"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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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.
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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?"
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(As if she didn't know what he meant. As if she couldn't imagine how he felt right now.)
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Another crest in the cycle. This time, the groan wrenched its way out.
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Sounding a little distracted, funnily enough.
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Oh. Oh, well, that mental image was a mistake. He moaned, ragged and distracted.
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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..."
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That next crest pushed him up so high, his hand grabbed hold of the mirror again.
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"Makes me what?" she taunted.
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Something.
Anything.
"You make me come so hard..."
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A pause.
"Until you beg."
Hint.
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She nodded.
"Maybe next time we'll do that in front of this mirror," she rasped. "I'll remind you what it looks like when you get fucked. When you're on your hands and knees, just taking it, for as long as I decide."
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"I want," he tried, and then he groaned again, his eyes searching out her face, her chest, her...
Yes.
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(Ha ha.)
"Yes?"
That was obnoxiously light.
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And said, "No."
(It wasn't as easy to say it as it looked. Not when he sounded like that.)
"You can do better than that."
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