nobody can see them in the back of this room, all preoccupied with their own goings-on to notice lucy pinning percy against the back wall. it'd be bad if someone caught them, the devil herself seducing a pretty little angel (that is, if they could see past the glamours). she's already suckled a bruise into the side of her neck, the red mark a pretty signature. even if percy doesn't want to go further, lucy's teeth marks are enough to prove that she's been there. still, there's something dark and heavy in her eyes. she wants to fuck percy until she's crying her name.

well, if that's what percy wants, it's what she's going to get.

his fingers curl into the thick expanse of percy's hair, his other hand gripping onto her hip. she's been so good for lucy, begging and pleading for her like the sweetest girl in the world. it's no wonder lucy decided to bend her over the bed and fuck her like she deserves.

the straps of the harness cut into lucy's hips, but any pain is swiftly drowned out by the wanton little sounds that pour from percy's mouth. her own mouth presses to the flesh of percy's shoulder, teeth scraping like he's willing to mark her. he moves the strap inside of her cunt like an animal in rut, all shallow and rough. the thought that he might hurt percy crosses his mind, but it leaves quickly. if she was in any sort of actual pain, she would say it. he whines, moving up to whisper into her ear. " yeah? i want to breed your pretty little cunt. " it's rough, the hand in her hair moving to grip percy's throat like some prey. he shivers when he feels her pulse racing under his thumb.

spit dangles from between their lips as lucy pulls back from where percy lies underneath him. they're both covered in a thin layer of sweat, the scent of arousal and sweat lingering in the air as lucy presses two fingers into percy's cunt. he thinks she's the prettiest thing underneath him, unraveling every time she pushes her toward an orgasm. her free hand reaches for the marker, teeth popping the cap off as lucy draws another smudged line against her quivering thigh.

there's a sharp gasp as sadie's fingers curl into the sheets, teeth sinking into a reddened bottom lip. it's so much already— not that she didn't ask for it (she did, all wet eyes and pout), but she didn't expect percy to be so aggressive about it. again, this isn't an issue. sadie knows that if she pulls the alarm, percy'll stop. it's comfortable for once.

" you'll do anything? oh, what a sweet girl. " his words are honey-sweet, thumb reaching up to stroke against percy's bottom lip. she's splayed out under her, a little lamb ready to be sacrificed. she's gorgeous in lucy's eyes, all full curves and beautiful eyes staring at him. " that's a very big promise, percy. anything leads to-- well, i think you know. there's a big chance you may not like what i ask of you. "

sometimes lucy thinks percy's the prettiest thing he's ever fixed his eyes on. his gaze is dark as he looks down at her splayed out across his desk, a personal aphrodite shining in the dark of his office. still, her hands are soft when she strokes percy's face, the tip of her tongue peeking out from between her lips. there'd be something sweet in it if percy wasn't dripping around lucy's strap, her juices dripping down onto the wood of the desk.

her arms rest on percy's shoulders, fingers laced around to the back of her neck. she's been slick since percy's pressed a kiss to her neck, but sadie's still trying to be somewhat nonchalant about it. there's a soft whine that escapes from the back of her throat, teeth biting down at the plush flesh of her bottom lip. " percy, that isn't sweet of you. " her thigh is soft between sadie's own, her own hips pressing down against percy's leg. " are you-- are you really gonna leave me hanging here? gonna make me do it myself? " her eyes are big, fixated on her girlfriend's gaze.

percy's straddling his knee, his hands pushing her down to grind along the muscle there. despite the pleasure she's giving her, this is a punishment-- it's why she's still clothed, given the inability to fully feel her pleasure. it's diluted, the chance to have a good orgasm taken away. it's nice that the angel has decided to give herself over to lucy willingly-- it's easier to get things when people are willing (though, lucy will admit, it's not as fun). still, his pupils are blown as he looks up at percy's red face, eyes flicking to watch the tears drip from her face.

the soft babble coming from her mouth makes lucy's own turn up into a delighted grin, her tongue peeking out from between her teeth. " i know you're mine, angel. only mine. " possessiveness flashes in her eyes. her knee raises higher, more pressure on percy's clit. " and you're going to do what i say. and right now? you're going to come for me. i know those delicious noises, angel. you're close. " lucy watches as she shakes, head tilting back with a yell. he's aware that she's probably going to ruin her clothes, but it isn't any issue of lucy's. she can just replace it. still, he grinds her harder onto his thigh, like percy hasn't come at all.