#sub lucifer

The sound of birds chipping echoed through the greenhouse, where you were enjoying some afternoon tea. Their singing wasn’t rhythmic nor melodic, yet it was calming and quite befitting the atmosphere. At least they served the purpose of breaking the silence between you and the person sitting across you. He requested your presence and had you come all the way to Paradise Lost, only to play house with you.

This was truly an awful experience, getting interrogated like this by none other than the strongest being in hell, the Lucifer himself. Though can you call it interrogation, when all he has done was staring at you through his bangs? At least the treats were good, you were able to distract yourself from the infuriating situation at hand. The smell of tea filled your nostrils, it tickled the tip of your nose. A single sip was all it took to bring a smile to your face, a pleased expression showing in response to the rich aroma of your drink.

All of the flavors were amazing and exquisite. It was just the right amount of sweetness to brighten your mood, and enough bitterness to keep your mind alerted. Despite the tense situation, or the lack of it to be precise, he was still the first creation of god. That’s a title worth fearing. The first light of dawn, the first angel, basically the one who has witnessed it all. It was a given that the pressure would linger despite the seemingly gentle atmosphere. No matter how he tried to mask this interaction up as a simple tea party, you were going to be careful around him. Better that than sorry.

You took another sip, feeling the warmth of the tea chase out the chilly sensations from before. Something was missing though, you were craving some milk with your tea.

The gentle sunlight felt like a warm embrace, a blanket that sheltered all of hell. If Gehenna had the same weather as here, then Leraye must be feeling pretty down. A soft smile formed on your lips at the thought of that sunshine of a child, and the corners of your mouth twitched ever so slightly. Lucifer, who sat opposite to you, observed your every mimic with a nonchalant expression, studying them even.

His messy hair, as bright as the light, shone alongside the sun. After a moment’s hesitation, he talked in his usual deep yet tender voice, one that could bring his subject to the brink of ecstasy, “For what my brother did, I want to apologize.” The first words that left his throat were apologetic ones, then he swiftly changed it to a firm tone, “I’d be willing to make up to you.”

Make up to you, he said. Was he perhaps trying to lessen the sins of his dearest ones? Now that’s an interesting offer, it caught you off guard and sent a chill down your spine. As if someone just pushed you into a pond. Nevertheless, you had to be careful, one wrong step could end up with your head rolling around, and you still haven’t decided on how dangerous that guy was. If we were to go by what Satan mentioned, it would take the power of all the six kings of hell to have a chance at defeating this guy.

With lingering doubts, you opened your mouth, replying after much contemplating and care, “Could you elaborate on that?” First, you needed to know what he meant by his words, to clear off any possible misunderstandings. To make up to you, it sounds like he owes you a favor. Of course, you despised that self-righteous angel for his deeds and sins committed against you, yet you would never blame it on someone not involved. His gaze shifted from you to his cup, staring at his reflection in the liquid.

He had a guess about how you must feel at this moment, hence his explanation, “A sexual favor is also possible.” Those words had an unfamiliar ring to Lucifer, it was the first time in eons that he used them. In a deep, hidden corner of his mind, he wished to know what you had done with his relatives. What was the saying again? Curiosity killed the cat, but the cat had nine lives and came back satisfied? “You may show me what you did with my brothers.” He suggested, adding some information to his previous statement.

That would never happen, at least not now, not when you are in such a vulnerable position. Who knows what he might do with you after finding out about all the things you did, about how you made his brothers cry. Still you were intrigued, seeing this flawless… person— cry would surely be quite the adventure and bring forth a fitting satisfaction, even so, you valued your life, enough to not want to die a gruesome death.

The best way to get out of this mess would be to act kind and naive. You smiled insincerely, hiding your skeptic feelings behind a carefully crafted mask. “Thanks for your concern, but I’m fine, there is no need for you to apologize.” A tone tender enough to make flower petals seem rough, paired with a bright smile full of rejection.

“Is that so.” The angel in front of you acknowledged your words, he used his arms to push himself up from his seat. Now that he stood up, you remembered how intimidating he actually was. Considering that he was incredibly tall, adding on the fact he also owned a fearsome aura around him. It was a feel unique to the seraphim, one that just reeked of unyielding pride. 

Your finger clenched around your teacup tighter, awaiting his next move. “Follow me,” Lucifer said. It wasn’t a question nor was he polite about it, it was an order. There was no doubt he was an angel, some habits just never change. Though in all honesty? Every single one of his mannerisms reminded you of one. The subtly arrogance, how he seemed like he felt superior to everyone, the commanding voice, and the cold shoulder he gave you. Should you really follow such a person? What choices did you have, when it was a direct order from the avatar of pride?

Even so, you wanted to voice your concerns first, gulping down the knot in your throat. “Where are we going?” You tried to sound unsuspecting and cheerful, the last thing you wanted was to accidentally offend him. To be honest all you wanted was to run and escape this suffocating place. “To my bedroom.” He answered nonchalantly, as if that was the most normal thing in the world, to invite someone you barely knew to your bedroom.

One didn’t need to be a genius to guess what his intentions were, so you had to set the record straight right here right now. Who knows, maybe he will let you go if your preferences don’t align. That would be quite a nice outcome indeed. After mustering up enough courage, you stood up as well, looking him sternly in the eyes as you made yourself clear, “If your plan is what I think it is, then please pardon me. I do not wish to get intimate with a stranger.”

A stranger, you said. Right, that’s one way to describe your current relationship. Lucifer thought about your words carefully, looking for the right things to say to convince you. Your logic was understandable, it was the correct way to do it after all. Though he didn’t have time to wait for you to open up to him. The only reason why he wanted to share a night with you was to get Solomon’s descendant on his side, and doing it in the romantic, patient way wouldn’t do. For that, he was too jealous of Solomon to treat his descendants with compassion.

Besides this was hell, the most efficient way to get things done was simply through a sexual act. That way you can find out a lot about the other party. Long story short, he wasn’t going to heed your will. “I understand your point, though I fear I can’t accept it.” He began, and continued after taking a few steps in your direction, “If you wish, you can simply admire and touch me as if I’m merely an object. We don’t need to go all the way.”

Who the heck did he think he was, sure, he was a very prominent figure, but even then how could he disregard and disrespect your opinion like this. “No, I-” He glared at you for a split second, furrowing his eyebrows as he interrupted your sentence, “I won’t take no for an answer, it’s for hell.” Then his features reverted back to the neutral one. For a moment, he reminded you of a certain devil who was known for his bad temper.

With much complaining, you eventually gave up and agreed to his request, feeling a little cornered. “Fine, lead the way then.” You answered begrudgingly, forcing out a meek smile. Lucifer’s expression still didn’t change, he stared at you blankly for a second, before turning around and repeating the words he previously uttered, “Follow me.” How irritating he was, just like any other devil, or angel for that matter.

Not long after you found yourself slandering through the gigantic halls of his palace, it was decorated extravagantly in all the different shades of gold. Merely walking on such expensive-looking ground made you feel inferior. Wherever you looked you could hear the objects scream ‘broke’ at you. This wasn’t a treatment you expected in Paradise Lost, it sounded more befitting of Mammon’s castle.

On the other hand, it was to be expected that the resting place of every king must be of the highest quality, whether if they liked it or not, their subjects would arrange it for them in that manner. Despite you walking right behind him, you didn’t want to watch his back. All you did was curse about how everything unfolded. His shoulders were wide, paired with a slim waist to match. He was wearing a large suit jacket, yet he couldn’t conceal that fact. The way he walked was befitting his aura, rid of any hints of hesitation and full of precision. If someone didn’t know his position, they could still guess it, all due to his habits.

After a while, he finally reached his wanted destination, stopping in front of a room. You sneaked up next to him, still unable to do anything but watch from the sidelines. There was not a single word you two exchanged during your little trip, causing it to be more or less awkward. Lucifer pushed the door open, turning the doorknob and stepping inside, of course, you followed shortly after. The inside of the room was even more lavish than the gorgeous floors outside. Each piece of furniture fit into the frame, all of them had their own designated place, and the way they were lined up implied someone meticulously planning all of it out beforehand.

You couldn’t help but be amazed, these rooms are more than what one could categorize as luxury. Sure, the other king’s palaces didn’t fall behind in any aspects, though you were still impressed nonetheless. To think you’d be allowed inside such a grandiose space… if this was Earth it must cost a fortune. All your initial impressions were washed away the moment you recalled his presence. How did you manage to forget, for even one frame of a second? The moment you noticed, you started keeping to yourself again, hoping you didn’t step out of line. Eyes weakly scanning the room, avoiding his gaze at all costs. What he did next was unexpected, so much so that you ended up finding yourself staring without knowing what to do.

He walked over to the bed, sat down, and began to undress.

The first piece of clothing to be dropped was his jacket with the white snake. Dropping it off onto the ground, then slowly unbuttoning his shirt. In your head, a million thoughts flooded you, especially because you were confused about what to do. When Lucifer started taking his dress shirt off, revealing his toned body, you decided you had enough and asked, “What’s this supposed to mean?” Without even thinking about it, contemplating what he wanted to say, he blurted out, “Seducing you.”

The way he replied was as if he saw nothing wrong with his deeds and choice of words. “Really now? Why would someone like you bother?” Despite a small fraction in the back of your mind having already expected this, considering his intentions were as clear as water, you still had a glimmer of hope that that wouldn’t be the case. He didn’t have any connections with Solomon like the other kings, on the contrary, he is envious of him. For a man like him to want to earn your favor - it sounds unbelievable.

“I simply wanted to try my shot, perhaps I failed already?” Lucifer questioned after seeing your serious expression, his shirt was loose now but not taken off completely. “Failed what?” You asked him, hoping that you could gather enough information to make sense of what was going on. “Failed to impress you.” The blondie said, without hesitation or a hint of sarcasm. Why would you want to impress me, was what you would have liked to ask, though your guts told you to stay quiet.

 It’s a given that anyone would be in awe of him, considering how endearing he’s been the entire time. Even now, him sitting on his bed while flexing his muscles and that slim waist; every part of him was proof that he was sculpted by the loving hand of god personally. “No, that’s not the case..” you stopped mid-track, thinking about the possible outcomes for a bit, being hasty could cause backlash after all. If you praised him, he might take it as consent, but if you refused, would he get defensive? Was he a case like Levi?

Instead of pondering over this any longer, you took a gamble. Fine, since he wished to get laid so badly, shall you entertain him then? You walked up to him and hopped onto the bed as well. The soft sunlight still grazed your skin, the mattress sinking due to your added weight. “I’m plenty impressed, lucifer.” You had to show determination and sincerity, otherwise it wouldn’t bear fruits.

This wasn’t a lie though, he was very beautiful.

Your arm reached out for the male, finding yourself more and more captured by him with each passing second. Now that you were above him, he didn’t seem all that intimidating anymore. Fingers intertwined with his locks, stroking him while giving him a big smile. It felt pleasant, that was his first thought. Like the warmth god showered him with before Solomon came. A deep sigh left him, bitterness suddenly intruded into the room, and the atmosphere proceeded to sink.

No matter how you tried to brush it off, it seemed like he was troubled. It couldn’t have been something you did, right? Nonetheless, you hugged him gently. Your hands were still wrapped in his hair, scraping his scalp with a tenderness he hadn't felt for a long time. You pulled him closer to you until you were both resting your chins on the other’s shoulder. His sharp teeth were dangerously close to your skin, but you tried not to worry.

“You don’t have to do this if you don’t want to, no one is forcing you, even if it’s your duty.” Your voice rang through his head, it brought forth a strange sense of comfort. “I’m doing it out of my own will.” He retorted. It smelled fishy to you, but you didn’t pursue it further. Eventually, he returned your embrace. “That’s comforting to hear.” So you replied, If you were to enjoy yourself, you had to make sure the other person wanted it too.

You took a deep breath, taking in his scent before exhaling. Your hot breath tickled his neck and before he knew it, you kissed his neck gently. The way you did it was as if you drew on his skin with your lips. One mark after another, planting them around him and corrupting him with your traces. He was taken aback, though it didn’t feel bad. At most, it tickled, which is why he let you continue, while all he did was breathing softly next to your ear. Each exhale blew some air against your skin as well, cheering you on to continue your actions.

Soon, your kisses turned into sucks, leaving behind more of your presence, proof and traces of this session today. The spots you touched would turn red shortly after, and persist for the rest of the day. How greedy of you, did you wish to mark him as yours?

“Child of Adam- uh, no, of Solomon… you, haaah.” He called out to you, hands lingering over your back. This was the first time you saw him hesitating to do something, he wasn’t sure if he had permission to crawl at your back. “Never mind.” Lucifer sighed and let you continue your little drawing session.

With time you also trailed off, going lower with your movements. All that persisted was a path from his neck to the middle of his chest. He sat up straight, only to get pushed into the mattress by you. His shirt was hanging off his shoulders as if he carefully orchestrated it this way. You hovered above him, hands releasing his hair and instead grabbing the sides of his torso. There you traced his silhouette with your hands until you were holding his astonishingly small waist. 

It felt good, his skin was smooth and nice to the touch, also your hands fit in that place so perfectly, as if he was God's gift to you. Besides he seemed to like it as well, since he didn’t protest. Instead, his face started to flush slightly, alongside a sudden change in rhythm with his heartbeat. “I’m guessing I’m supposed to leave it all to you..?” Lucifer gazed up at you through half-lidded eyes, a slight, almost inaudible tremble underneath his voice. “That’s right, you told me I can treat you like an object.” You reminded him, he didn’t know if you meant it or not.

You started sucking on his nipples afterward, first licking the area and circling around it with the tip of your tongue, then flicking the wet muscle over his perky buds. His breasts were squishy and so pretty, you couldn’t help yourself. After taking a glance at his reddened face, you began sucking on his pecs. A shiver ran down his spine at the realization, face twisted into a pleasure-ridden expression.

This wasn’t a completely new feeling, since he did have experience with intimacy, though he was never the bottom. Or, rather, no one ever dared to top and grope him like this. You were truly beyond what a normal mortal was, having the resolve to touch him however you want without shivering in fear. At this rate, he might become quite fond of you.

“Do you enjoy touching me there?” He uttered, a breathy moan following close by. “I would do it if I didn’t like it.” You snapped back, a part of you wondered how you suddenly got the courage to talk to him like that. Was it because he’s under you? “…be gentle with me then.” The Blondie said, turning his face to the sides to avoid your watching gaze. “I can’t promise it, but I’ll try.” A teasing smile showed on your face as you uttered those words, eyes squinted slightly into a suspicious smile. “You don’t look trustworthy at all.” Lucifer mocked, though you ignored him and instead rolled your eyes.

Now that things have escalated to this point, the angel was wondering how far you two would go. Was this the end or the beginning, will he regret it in the end? “Ha.. uh-uhm,.” Occasionally, a sharp gasp would slip from him. Whenever you used too much force or pinched him too hard, the pain he felt would turn into pleasure and raise his libido, rendering him unable to repress his voice. Whatever this was, it must be what god wanted for him and his brothers, right? Otherwise, he wouldn't have created this feeling, this bliss and ecstasy.

You tried your best to stimulate both of his nipples, rolling the cute pink bud between your teeth. Red marks have plagued his upper area too now, and the amount was much more compared to his neck. A sense of pride filled you at your own achievement, or better yet, at this work of art beneath you. “Simply divine.” You uttered while gazing up at him through an adoring gaze, something completely different from only minutes ago. Then you noticed how his eyes were half-lidded, face blushing and lips parted due to his heavy breathing. A tired look on his face as he stared at you through wet lashes, or was it a needy look?

Who in the world would be able to resist such temptation, the temptation of the most powerful being getting all submissive for you. It has gotten increasingly difficult to resist this fine man, much harder than it was with anyone else. Without wasting more precious time and chatting any further, you switched your focus to the other one. You’ve ruined one side enough already, it was swollen and red while the other still looked pretty healthy. Wasn’t it time to abuse that spot too? Now using your hand to flick the previous one, while sipping on the other with your lips. Not long after he started making more sounds, resistance shredding entirely.

These noises were beautiful, absolutely stunning, they were like music to your ears. You listened closely while he whined and panted, feeling proud that you made him into the mess of a man. “HuuhH.. ha- hnng..! Wa-wait…” Something was strange, why did this feel so nice? Why was his heart racing so much, when it never happened with anyone but god? Not to mention how his body burned whenever your skin made contact, it tingled and felt giddily. Was it your charm, or because of the skillful touch of your hands? So many questions were going to be left unanswered, while his desire grew with each passing moment.

Suddenly you noticed something strange on your tongue, at the same time your finger seems to have touched a foreign liquid. “NghHhh…” Lucifer gasped as you pulled back, leaving his reddening nipples alone. His poor buds have been used and abused for so long, they were standing up all proud and hard. The same goes for the thing inside his pants, creating an obvious bulge between his legs. A dark spot formed where the tip of the tent was. You only stared at him, at his body, unable to comprehend the situation. What was that, you thought at first, then a bright smile crept onto your features. Was it perhaps what you thought it was?

The Blondie glanced at you a few times, before mumbling, “Why did you stop?” He couldn’t comprehend your actions, he thought everything was going alright, so why did you ruin the rhythm like this? There was no answer from your side, you remained silent. Right as he was about to ask again, you resumed your previous actions, flicking his nipples again which immediately yearned a yelp from the male. “Hmm-! UgGhh..” a watery and slightly milky substance dripped from his breasts onto your fingers. Exactly as you expected.

In the meantime, he was gripping the sheets as tightly as he could, to the point that his knuckles turned white. Surprise and amazement were written all over your face, he couldn’t quite fathom why you looked so excited, though before he got the chance to speak you basically answered him already, “Haha.. you are lactating, lucifer.” The words that came from your lips were foreign, it caused his heart to stand still for a second.

“Excuse me?” His pupils shrank, and he pulled such a silly and cute look of confusion as a response. Without further delay, you licked over his hardened nipples, and then another drop of milk stimulated your taste buds. “It’s delicious..!” You couldn’t help but compliment him, feeling overjoyed at this new discovery. Never have you ever experienced something astonishing as this, though if you had to be completely honest, it didn’t taste all that much. 

Wait, hold up, explain- lactation? You mean him, lucifer, the good that fell from grace, was producing milk all this time? How his head spun, processing this information was too much for the inexperienced angel. Sure, he isn’t naive when it comes to intimate things, but he wasn’t this deep into it! Lucifer would have been longer lost in his thoughts if it weren’t for your rough treatment. Despite his inner turmoil you kept sucking and nibbling at him with a newfound fever, swallowing anything his body gave to you.

“Ahh…” the Blondie moaned, then proceeded to whine desperately, “Don’t be.. too rough..” it didn’t hurt, but it made him feel like he was on the brink of losing his sanity. All because of the weird pleasures and bliss he got out of this, he was reaching highs he never knew before. And you didn’t even touch him on his private parts, so why was he so sensitive?

“Is this how angel milk is made?” You asked him jokingly while rubbing his nipple in between your teeth, still playing with that poor body part of his. “NgGhhm..! Don’t ask- haaaa… stupid things..” God, his voice was so adorable it fuelled your want to ruin and bully him. All you wanted to do was to play with him until he didn’t have anything to offer anymore, until you sucked him dry. Just the thought of it was making you happy.

Pair that with the neutral but slightly sweet taste of his milk, you felt like you were in heaven. “I wish I had some tea to pair with your milk.” The bitterness of the tea would be compensated for with the sweet aftertaste of his milk. It would have been such a fine combination. His blush intensified at your comment, how do you always manage to come up with such unique ideas?

“Shall I request Buer or someone else to bring a cup?” This was only a teasing question, to provoke him. Yet to your surprise, he started crying and holding onto your sleeves. “No-.. don’t.” Tears akin to diamonds rolled down his cheeks, sparkling the entire time. Your heart jumped at his reaction. Like a deer caught in headlights, you couldn’t help but stare at him with a blank expression. Tears? Cries? You made the strongest being after god cry? What a satisfying feeling that was, you were captured by his beautiful, tears-ridden face.

Lucifer frowned and bit his bottom lip, embarrassed at his vulnerable state. Before he could wipe his tears with his sleeves, you kissed them away. Even you yourself didn’t know exactly why you did it. After all, this wasn’t because you couldn’t stand his crying face, because he looked beautiful while shedding those water droplets. Guess you just wanted a taste, to see if it was as delicious as his.. other fluids? You wanted to caress his face in that moment, to hold him and whisper all the dirty things you were going to do to him into his ear. This was similar to your experience on Christmas with his brothers, only ten times better.

How strange, he felt a certain kind of Deja vu at your tender touch. For one second, he could see the adoring caresses from his little brothers on him, hugging or holding his hand. Then he got reminded of when he first opened his eyes, when the love of god belonged only to him. “I want to taste all of you.” You whispered, pulling him out of his daydream again. On the other hand, you were almost shocked at how perverted your own words were. His sobbing quieted down slightly, and he looked away hesitantly. Lips trembled a little as a genuine, sad tear rolled down his chin.

“I’m sorry, that was too mean of me to say, to bring your subordinate into this as well.” You thought that was the reason why he was crying, so you quickly apologized. The blondie thought about your apology while you ate up his tears like it was a five-course meal, he clenched his eyes shut due to how close you were. “I’m alright.” He responded though the sobbing wouldn’t stop. Why? “..I hope that is the truth.” You eventually admitted, then caressed his face once again. If anything, you didn’t wish to hurt him.

After you resumed your earlier demonstrations and pinched his nipples, his sex twitched around, yearning to be freed. “Ah, it hurts.” Lucifer groaned loudly, his sharp teeth injured his own lips. “Is that all you feel?” You teased him. Tsk, asking something so obvious, you were playing games with him again, weren’t you?

“Be honest with me, Luci.” The sound of that nickname was weird, it brought forth unfamiliar sensations he had never experienced before. The angel still refused to elaborate further, since it was shameful for him. It would sound so weird if he admitted he liked the pain, he didn’t want to make a fool of himself. That stupid pride of his…

All that silence was getting too annoying, you wanted his opinion. In the end, you nibbled on his buds again, stopping only to say, “I can see that you are enjoying yourself, the wet spot on your pants is growing.” A yelp slipped from him, finally a shocked expression was spread across his features. “Ugh.. why now?!” He seemed to condemn his own body, feeling ashamed at this vulgar sight of his. “Look, everything down here is so sticky.” You said while your hand crept lower, to grobe him through his pants. “MhhHm, is— is that so?” Huh, was he trying to play the naive card now?

You held your now defiled hand right in front of his face as if to prove a point. “Exactly! Look right here.” A perverse-looking liquid stuck to your fingers and palm, it made a squelching sound whenever you clenched your hand. “Ah.. ah.” He whined, to think that he produced this filthy thing..! He turned his head to the side, to avoid looking at it. Poor Birdy hasn’t been this ashamed for centuries.

When you noticed his embarrassment, you grinned again, then brought your hand to his chest. Then you smeared all of it onto his chest, causing everything to get all wet and sticky. “HnHhn..!? Did you just-..?” Lucifer turned around as soon as he felt his own precum touching his otherwise pure and divine skin.

If that wasn’t enough already, you had to go back to playing with his already exhausted nipples. On top of that, you were cleaning up the mess you made on his chest, swallowing his slightly bitter precum along with his milk. “It’s a pretty good substitute for tea, heh.” You commented, then stuck your tongue out for him to see the two fluids mixed together, along with your spit as well.

His mouth hung agape, half due to shock, half because he couldn’t restrain his groans. You took that opportunity to kiss him and stick your tongue inside his mouth, swirling it around to make him taste himself. “MhmhGnnH..!! NHhH- uhHhnnn..♡♥︎~!” All he could do was moan into your mouth or choke out broken whimpers as more tears decorated the scene. Your hands didn’t stay useless and kept fiddling with his chest. This was too much stimulation for the poor angel, he literally saw stars as the mix of bitter and sweet danced across his tastebuds. The way you kissed him was rough yet pleasant, bringing forth an ecstasy completely new to him.

When you shoved your wet muscle down his throat, causing him to gag, a huge wave of pleasure coursed through his body. He shivered so much, shaking to the point you were almost worried. At the same time, his eyes rolled to the back of his skull as all of his moans got muffled by you. The only sounds slipping through were meek whimpers, barely audible to the human ears.

After you were done and you pulled back, granting him the privilege to breathe again, he looked like a total mess. Drool was hanging out of his lips, as well as something milkier in color. Strings of saliva were connecting his swollen lips with yours. A dazed look in his eyes, as if he didn’t bear a single thought behind those melting pupils. His face was covered in a layer of sweat and tears, his already messy locks stuck to his body like gum. You called out his name, saying it in a sweet and innocent tone. He didn’t answer you, only staring into the space like a used doll. Was he perhaps in sub-space? How adorable.

Your gaze coincidentally landed on his crotch, noticing how some of the white fluids were seeping through his trousers. Ah, so that’s what happened. This little angel here came untouched huh? Amazing, simply stunning. That sadistic smirk of yours returned as you yanked off his pants, holding back your laughter at the mess he made. You just had to taunt him for that, snarking at him, “Aww, did the big Lucifer cum from some touching and kissing? How humiliating, don’t you agree?” No answers, just a quiet whine did escape his throat. Good, he can still hear you.

“Such a mess you made, tsk tsk tsk.” You clicked your tongue, sarcastically shaking your head. After that you whispered sickly sweet, “But it’s alright, you will clean it up afterwards anyway, isn’t that so, Luci?”

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Nini!rant 2.0:

Men can lactate too, right. That’s something we’ve known for a long time. But only about 1/8 of men have the necessary requirements to produce milk. Because producing milk has something to do with the hormone levels, and it’s unusual for men to have enough to actually produce milk. Even then, it’d be a more watery consistence compared to the milk of a woman.

Anyway, to get a man to lactate isn’t as easy as it is in fiction. You’ll have to basically suck on the nipple, with a vacuum or mouth, for weeks (depends on the individual) for it to start producing small amounts of milk. Or in other words, constant nipple stimulation.

Another way is to take medicine promoting the needed hormones, or to starve oneself -> during World War II there has been records of prisoners lactating after starving and finally being fed. Many speculate it’s because of the dropping hormone levels due to starvation and the sudden rising once they receive food again. That’s why their bodies produced milk. (Pls don’t ask)

There are also cases where all this doesn’t apply and a guy lactates for no reason… then it’d be in your best interest to check it out with a doctor. It could be breast cancer after all, and this doesn’t only apply to guys, if anyone just suddenly leaks milk for no reason it could be signs of cancer.

truth was, asmo also didn’t like having two of his lovers more interested in each other than him. of course, the lustful demon could easily get solomon's attention back onto him, but it was yours that he'd need help with.

"i don’t care for your horny adventures, asmodeus." lucifer replied, standing up straight and looking away from the tv after his gaze lingered for a beat too long.

"i'm just saying," asmo shrugged, the sleeve of his sweater slipping down his shoulder, "if i were as prideful as you, i wouldn't let myself be beat by a human." now that. that stung lucifer more than he would like to admit.

the oldest brother's eyes flickered back over to the tv where the main character was now doing a strip tease, slowly inching his dress down to reveal lacy undergarments. as soon as he sighed, asmo knew he had won. until- "no." followed by lucifer walking away from him.

"what?! whyyyyy~? lucifer, come on, please?"

"get fucked, asmo."

"CAN'T YOU SEE I'M TRYING TO DO THAT?!"

that was how he ended up like this, why he brushed asmo off after the latter threw the outfit into his room before he could slam the door shut. now, he was waiting, impatiently for you to come home. he couldn't even sit in this stupid thing it was so short. his whole ass would just be on the seat. so, lucifer stood there, staring at his reflection in the mirror far more than he would ever admit.

he didn’t look like a demon right now. he looked soft, feminine with less sharp edges. it looked a little comical how his muscles contrasted with the little lace edges on the top of the thigh high stockings he was wearing, but it still made him stare. the white mini dress asmo had thrown him--suspiciously in his size--was short. it barely covered half of his ass, completely exposing the bottom of the red panties that were supposed to be hidden beneath it. on the hem laid a delicate lace trim that matched the one from the white socks which were being held up by garters of the same colour attached to his panties. he felt ridiculous. he felt feminine. although, at the same time, he wanted your attention back on him so desperately. therefore, if this is what it took to get your eyes away from that sorcerer, he'd do it.

"luci~, i'm home!" lucifer heard your voice echo through the halls of the house. his pride swelled a little at the fact that you called for him over any of his other brothers. however, he was still getting antsy and wished you'd just come upstairs already.

"up here, my love." he shouted back, his voice a little hesitant as it quieted half way through his announcement, almost like he wasn't so sure if he still wanted you to see him like this. his eyes remained locked onto his reflection, overanalyzing every part of his skimpy little outfit.

"this is ridiculous..." lucifer muttered to himself, tugging the hem of the dress down in an attempt to cover himself even as it stubbornly refused to go any lower. the piece of fabric seemed offended that he would even try to elongate it and rolled up higher in protest. "shit..." the demon cursed, bending over slightly to look down better and force it down.

"holy shit..." lucifer suddenly heard your voice in the doorway as you quietly breathed a curse of shock, your jaw dropped as your eyes went straight to his barely covered ass.

he stood up straight so fast it almost made him slip on the soft socks he was wearing. "i-um... asmo, he..." lucifer tried to dig through his mind for anything that could possibly excuse why he was dressed up like this, but he ultimately came up short--not wanting to admit his brother convinced him to do anything. "...do you like it?" he finally asked after a moment of stammering, his voice uncharacteristically small and timid.

"are you kidding me? lucifer, i love it..." you responded incredulously, shocked he would even ask you that when he looked so fucking gorgeous like this. he was in a pretty dress, pretty panties, pretty stockings, and of course those garters you would love to snap against his thighs right about now. your hands slid over his hips as you walked close enough to him.

you would expect this type of thing from asmo, but lucifer? that was a whole other type of shock. he was so fucking cute right now it nearly made you melt from how he shivered under your touch. your eyes couldn't help but be pulled to the mirror his back was now facing, seeing the black of the dress and a flash of red from the panties showing underneath.

"what's the occasion? don’t tell me i missed a birthday or something." you asked suddenly, abruptly concerned that there was some meaning behind this act that you were missing.

"no, no," lucifer shook his head. should he tell you he did it to get your attention off solomon? no, that could lead into an argument and right now he was strangely turned on by the atmosphere combined with the way you were looking at his clothes. "just, wanted to surprise you." he decided, to which you cooed at him and looked up, from where you had been shamelessly staring at his tits in the low cut of the dress, to kiss him slowly.

"well, it's certainly a lovely surprise. your ass looks amazing right now, baby. i mean, all of you looks amazing, but your ass especially. you have no idea how badly i wanna spank you until your skin matches the colour of your pretty panties." you admitted as you pulled away. he could feel the air of your confession on his lips and it sent shockwaves through his body, his craving for your desire finally given the opportunity to be quenched.

"do it. please." he begged suddenly, the request slipping through his mouth before he could stop it - before his pride could stop it. lucifer hadn't realized how badly he had missed your touch until you had offered it to him, even if rough.

"are you sure? i was just saying. it's more of a punishment-" you started to protest, taking back your words in case he thought you were displeased with him.

"no, i want you to." he cut you off then, his eyes becoming more pleading now as you suddenly seemed to pull away your offer to touch him, "please?"

you smiled at that, your hands sliding up to lucifer's waist as you walked him backwards onto the bed. "okay, gorgeous. whatever you want."

lucifer sat back on the bed, laying down when you urged him to. "crawl back up there, then face down ass up, sexy." you told him, telling him every part of what to do and watching with an exhilarating pleasure as he moved backwards on his hands with his feet coming up to help push himself to the middle of the bed. once there, he turned around slowly onto his hands and knees, spreading the latter wide so that he'd be more comfortable with his back arched and the side of his face against the pillow. his dress slid up his back, fully exposing his ass covered by those pretty, delicate, lacy, red panties.

your hands slid over his full, plump ass, making him let out a shaky breath. "please." he begged quietly again, having been so desperate to get some reassurance that he was still your favourite and not that dreadful wizard. the second your left hand squeezed his hip and your right pulled back before swinging hard against his ass, he started to feel it. "harder, please."

"my love..." you whispered, leaning down and pressing a kiss to the waistband of his panties as you pushed his dress to bunch up on his waist. "is something wrong?"

you couldn't help but worry a bit, your hands gently but firmly massaging his tingling fat as you waited for his response which was nothing more than a hitch of breath and a soft, "no." that you didn’t believe. but, you decided not to push it until later, knowing that you probably wouldn't get anything more than that for now.

after a moment of contemplating, you pulled your hand back again, hitting his pale skin harder and watching as a pink handprint blossomed along it. he moaned softly, his hand clenching into a fist around the pillow he was resting against.

then, you spanked him again, and again, and again, until he hiccuped softly. you had a feeling you knew what this was about. lucifer always got a bit hurt when you diverted your attention a bit too far to one of the other demons, or angel, or wizard. "i love you." you whispered, feeling him push his ass back against your hands as a silent beg for more.

"i love you too..." he whispered back, blinking away the tears that were flooding his vision as he waited for another spanking from you, another smack to ground him back to what was real. and right now, that was your love and affections for him.

you spanked him again, watching his ass jiggle from the impact and the hue of his skin blend in closer and closer to the shade of his panties. he looked like a beautiful work of art, and you already knew you'd be keeping this outfit for your gorgeous demon to wear again. you'd use your pact if it came down to it, but either way you'd absolutely be seeing this look on him again, along with the angry red of your spankings on his butt and thighs.

for now though, you'd spank him until he felt good again, until he was in tears and reaching back for your hands. then, you'd massage cream into him and help him to sit on your thighs, pulling the dress over his head and detaching the garter straps. he'd stay in his panties and stockings though, and he'd cuddle against you with you whispering sweet nothings into his ear about how good he did--how well he took your spankings.

your gorgeous demon. you'd have to thank asmo later.

a/n: so, in case you saw my last post begging for help in my mission to post this, you'd see that we had to make some changes. (i'm sorry anon, i hope you find this 🥹)

Barbatos places a cup of lightly steaming tea in front of you. As you bring it to your lips, you already know the flavour will be perfect. Gentle, delicate, floral.

For Diavolo he has served something else - something darker, possibly reserved for demons. He doesn't look at either of you as he puts the table in order. When he settles behind Diavolo, you admire the way he manages to look dignified and composed while avoiding your gaze.

You wonder how much he knows of what has happened in the House of Lamentation.

You wonder how much he knows of your purpose here today.

"I can't believe your time here is coming to an end so quickly," Diavolo sighs. You can't tell if he's sincerely sad or not. You stopped thinking you could tell anything about Diavolo sometime around when Belphie killed you. Maybe a bit before, in that first timeline.

"I honestly thought a year here would take forever, but it's really flown by," you agree. "How have the other exchange students managed?"

"It's been an adjustment for everyone," Diavolo acknowledges, but any hardship is, as always with him, swiftly paved over with a smile. "But the fact that we got through this year without any major incidents between the three worlds is a success in and of itself. Demons existing peacefully in the human world. Humans living in the Devildom. The Celestial Realm agreeing to this at all!"

Diavolo looks happy. It almost makes you feel bad, because you know you're going to wreck the mood. But this is necessary for what you want.

And if you have learned anything in your time in the Devildom, it is how to pursue what you want.

"I would argue at least one major incident," you say, watching Diavolo's reaction closely. It's barely there - a slight tightening of the corners of his eyes, his smile briefly morphing into a grimace - before he settles on a gentle, understanding expression.

"I apologise for my insensitivity. What happened to you with Belphie was awful, of course. I only meant that there has been nothing to further compromise relationships between the three realms." Diavolo smiles kindly at you.

You marvel at the way he lays all the blame at Belphie's feet, neatly erasing his and Barbatos' roles.

You want to hurl the tea in his face, for all the good it would do. You want to scream at him - you knew what would happen. You let me die because it had to happen in your best case scenario. Belphie, Lucifer, and I were all collateral for your vision.

Instead, you finish your cup. Barbatos approaches to refill it.

"It didn't, did it?" you muse, stirring sugar into your tea mostly to watch Barbatos's eye twitch. "It feels so strange that my death didn't really change anything outside of the house. I suppose that's because no one outside of the house knows about it, though."

You like watching Diavolo be uncomfortable, you realise. Maybe if you had more time, you could've taught him something about living with a bit of discomfort.

"Yes," Diavolo says, voice remaining steady. He sets his tea aside to look at you. "No one else knows. The Celestial Realm cannot know. I am sure you understand this."

"I understand, of course. It's a bit nerve-wracking, honestly. I was an ordinary person before this. Now I've died, and I can't even try and talk about it with people who weren't involved because it might kick off an inter-realm war." You think you hear Barbatos sigh. Perhaps he saw this coming, too. "It's a heavy weight to carry."

"I can only apologise for your position," Diavolo says, still looking stately. You wonder how he would look on his knees, which is something you have found yourself wondering about a lot of people lately. "Know that Barbatos and I would gladly share the burden in any way we can. And I have heard you have grown... close, with those brothers as well."

Diavolo's smile turns wistful.

"It's true, we've really come a long way," you say, the most unreserved you've been today. Naturally Barbatos latches onto it.

"Any conflict with the Celestial Realm will affect those demon brothers the most," he says. As if you need the reminder. "I appreciate the difficulty of your situation, but it is for the best."

"I suppose another way to look at it is that I'm more important now than I've ever been in my life," you joke. "One wrong word from me, and who knows what could happen?"

They're both silent as you drink your tea.

"Even with your pacts, you should remember who it is you're speaking too," Barbatos says quietly. He has never been as stern with you as with the demon brothers. You wonder if it's because you're human. Maybe because of some sympathy regarding your orchestrated death. "The balance of power is not in your favour."

"But it wouldn't do for any harm to come to me, would it?" You gesture to the cup. "Why do you think I'm drinking this so confidently? Any harm and you have the same problems as before. Even some sort of spell would risk Solomon or Simeon noticing. And if they tried to help, or reported it up the chain, what could happen?"

Diavolo's eyes are pained and he is no longer smiling.

"You want something in exchange for your silence." It's a statement, not a question. You nod anyway, shifting in your seat. Facing them head on.

"I have some unfinished business that you can help me with," you say.

Diavolo bites his lip, looking genuinely upset - you almost begin to feel bad before he blurts out, "I can't give you Lucifer."

And you can't help it - you laugh.

Throw back your head and let the sound echo through the castle's halls. You can sense both Barbatos and Diavolo staring at you, but you're past caring.

If Barbatos knows what you're up to, it seems he hasn't fully shared it with Diavolo.

"Don't worry, Your Highness," you say, voice full of glee. "What I ask of you is yours to give."

***

You leave your demons sleeping in the attic - the twins had taken the bed, with Asmo curled up on their feet and the older brothers taking the floor.

Separation would be hard, but you know this isn't the end. You're bound too closely together. And with Solomon promising to train you, you'll be able to summon them to the human realm whenever you want. Still, your heart aches as you follow faint music down the stairs. You'd never thought you'd get this attached.

The music leads you to Lucifer's study. You detour briefly into your room to retrieve a duffel bag before knocking on his door, a soft "come in" muffled by the ancient wood.

The fire is lit, the room warm. Lucifer is still dressed in his regular suit. You so rarely see him in anything approaching casual. You recognise the piano piece from the TSL movies you've watched a dozen times throughout the year, starting with that marathon to prepare for your competition with Levi. It's so nostalgic it makes you smile.

Then you remember.

"Isn't this record cursed?" you ask, closing the door behind you. Lucifer's eyes meet yours, then shift to your bag, though he doesn't comment on it.

"You remembered," he says, sounding pleased. You laugh.

"Answer the question. Am I going to die?"

"Just rumours, I'm afraid." He sounds genuinely disappointed, a line between his brows. "I haven't listened to any of the truly cursed ones since you arrived. I could hardly put you at risk."

It sounds sweet on the surface, but you also know it would be against Diavolo's wishes for you to come to harm.

You sit in the chair across from him, shamelessly peering at his paperwork. Most of it is boring, but you spy something buried underneath the papers. Something with your name on it.

Lucifer follows your gaze. "It's in this room that I chose you to be the other human exchange student." He pulls out the paper, somehow leaving the rest of the pile undisturbed. It's about you - just a brief profile, generic and surface-level.

"What made you choose me from this?" you ask, waving the paper about. Nothing stands out in it. To be fair, you also are - or at least were - a pretty ordinary person.

"Luck, mostly." He doesn't elaborate, but a small smile graces his lips. "I can't tell you how often I've come to regret that decision this year."

"I suspect every time my bedroom door was left open," you note, hoping your voice sounds unaffected. Lucifer scoffs.

"Your bedroom is one thing. The rest of the house - and the Devildom, for that matter - is quite another."

You can't help but laugh, and Lucifer's stern expression soon loosens into one of exasperation.

"Do you still regret it?" you ask him.

Lucifer opens his mouth, looks like he's about to make some cutting remark, then... stops. He sighs and shakes his head.

"Your methods may have been... unconventional. But I believe you were the right choice. I could never have imagined the impact your presence here would have on my brothers. And on me." Your gaze snaps up to meet his, but Lucifer is looking into the fire as he speaks. "I have never known this house to be so... peaceful."

"I wouldn't call it peaceful now."

"It's not," Lucifer agrees wryly, turning back to you. "Imagine what it was like before your presence."

"I shudder to think."

You both laugh. As the silence settles, Lucifer's expression turns thoughtful.

"What about you, then? Do you have any regrets about this year? Anything you still need to do?" He's giving you the perfect segue, as if he wants this as much as you do. You hope he does.

"If I recall, I have pacts with six of the infamous avatars of sin. I have yet to make a pact with the seventh." You keep your face steady as Lucifer smirks, teeth shining in the firelight.

"I had thought as much. But I am no name to be ticked off a list, you know." He stands, bringing himself to his full height - then taller still, his wings casting shadows across the room, his horns curling from his head. You scramble to your feet as well, just so he's looking down on you a little less. "I am the Avatar of Pride, eldest and strongest. I have no need to prove myself."

"I've had ample demonstrations of your power this year," you say. You're proud of the way your voice keeps steady. You wonder if he can sense it.

He has the good sense to look a little bashful at your comment. Not much, of course. He's still Lucifer after all.

"You may have tamed my brothers, but I am not so easy to master. Are you sure you wish to make a pact with me?"

He takes a step around his desk, the air thick with pulsing shadows. You've felt this horrible energy before, when he attacked Luke, when he fought with his brothers in the first timeline, whenever Lucifer was preparing to deal out destruction.

You take a deep breath. Slowly, making no sudden moves, you crouch to the ground, reaching for the zip on your bag.

"I knew you wouldn't accept just any master," you say. This time your voice does wobble, but only a little. "Lucifer, allow me to prove myself to you. Allow me to show you that I am a capable master worthy of your pact."

You open the bag and lift your prize onto the table.

The room is silent but for the crackling of the fire. That horrible oppressive air is gone, Lucifer's concentration broken by his shock. Instead the space between you is filled with questions he's trying to bring himself to ask as understanding dawns.

"Tell me-" he begins.

"There will be no backlash on you, your brothers, or I," you tell him. "I have his word."

Lord Diavolo's word, that you made sure included Barbatos and any other servant of his as well. You expect Lucifer to understand you were smart enough to do that, and are pleased when he doesn't question you further on it.

"But how?" Lucifer chokes, the most affected you've seen him. There's shock, confusion, but an undercurrent of something - something else.

On Lucifer's desk, gleaming in the light of the fire, lie Diavolo's horns. Each one is the length of your arm. They still have their gold filigree, and despite a close look you can't tell if they're part of the horn or merely decoration.

"I had power over him. I hold a secret that could break his longed-for peace." Lucifer gives you a sharp look and you shrug. You probably wouldn't have told. You don't wish war on the brothers, after all. But maybe Barbatos warned of at least one world in which you did, or maybe they just weren't willing to take the risk. "They'll grow back, and there's no public events coming up that will require his demon form. Really, it was fair easier for him to acquiesce than it would have been to try and dissuade me."

After all, you knew Diavolo and Barbatos could not move against you. They had magic that they could use, but they would have to do so in a way that would not alert any of the brothers - or Solomon and Simeon, for that matter. A trace of memory magic or spell keeping you silent would have rattled the trust and good will the exchange program had brought Lord Diavolo. Far better to give you what you asked for.

"It was hard, figuring out what to present to you," you continue, watching as Lucifer hesitantly lifts a hand and traces the gold of the horns, all the way to the sharp tip. "In the end, the answer was obvious. You're too powerful for any creature I can take down with my magic, or even using the pacts. There is only one being you dare not stand up against."

But you dared. And would dare again. You would go back for his wings, his gold, his crown if you had to.

But from the look on Lucifer's face, you don't think you will.

You hold your hand out, letting it hover in the air between the two of you. Lucifer's eyes follow its movement.

"Lucifer," you say, "make a pact with me."

Lucifer takes your hand.

Power surges between you, a spiral of energy that has your blood pounding in your ears. Something in you seems to click into place, on this seventh and final pact. An unbreakable connection with each of the brothers. A confirmation of your place amongst them. It doesn't fade, that power, merely settles. Becomes a part of you, your blood, your bones.

You let out a breath you hadn't realised you'd been holding. Lucifer looks a little affected himself, but holds his head imperiously high.

"All done. Did you have any other final wishes?" he asks, as if he couldn't possibly already know.

When you step forward, he doesn't back off - but when you press your hands into his chest, rumpling the fabric of his button-up and waistcoat, he allows you to guide him back around his desk. When you shove Lucifer down into his chair he follows out of obedience, rather than any strength on your part.

His smugness only lasts so long when you press yours lips against his.

Months of perfecting your technique come in handy - Lucifer can't hide his moan, trying to meet you with as much energy. He drags you on top of him and you meanly grip his hair in revenge. Unsurprisingly, that only draws out another moan, and you get to feel him squirm beneath you for the first time. Your other hand grips his neck, steadying him in the kiss, while his arms wrap around your waist, stablising you on his lap. It's not the best arrangement, but for long minutes, neither of you are interested in changing it.

You shift and your hip lands against a growing bulge in Lucifer's fancy tailored trousers - he hisses, breaking the kiss. You grin.

You almost admire how quickly he recovers a modicum of composure, kiss-bitten lips and all.

"I knew you wanted to do that," he says, voice breathy. "I also know what you'll want to do next."

"Would you like to stay and do what I want in your office, my Lucifer?" you ask, watching his eyes turn black as you claim him as yours. "Shall I bend you over your desk?"

He shudders underneath you. You have often thought that Lucifer would want to be dominated - would want someone who could prove themselves worthy of his trust, his loyalty, his obedience. Maybe Diavolo could have been that, if circumstances were different. But you are here now.

"Just once," he says, and his eyes flick to the horns still lying on his desk. "Then we will return to my room, and remain there all night."

***

It is not hard to maneuver Lucifer over his desk, but you are forced to wait as he sets his papers aside in organised piles.

"I can't believe you're wasting some of our limited time together on this," you tell him. He scoffs as he tucks more papers into a tray.

"Tomorrow we say goodbye, however temporary. The day after I still have my responsibilities."

You grab the back of Lucifer's neck, firmly guiding him down, belly against the desk. You relish the way he moves mostly willingly - his only resistance is there to make you use some of your strength to force him down.

"If you can remember any of those responsibilities by the end of tonight, I won't have done my job."

In your bag, which had carried Diavolo's horns, you had also stored your supplies. Lube is the most important, of course. But you'd added a few other tools that might be useful today. You consider them for a moment before you turn back to where Lucifer has his ass sticking out, ready for you.

"We could always go to my room," he reminds you. You shake your head.

"We will. But I have wanted to fuck you over this desk for far too long. We have to use it a little bit." Your words are rewarded with a shudder, Lucifer's whole body taut under your fingertips.

You start working on his belt - awkward, as you have to wrap your arms around his back - and he helps you by lifting his hips, giving you an even better view of the curve of his spine, the muscles moving under his shirt.

You also undo the little buckle at the back of his waistcoat, just for his comfort.

You reach around, letting your weight settle on top of Lucifer. If he's uncomfortable, pressed against the old wood of his desk, he doesn't say so. He doesn't say anything, in fact, only sighs. As if relieved at the sensation of you on top of him.

When your hands find the growing tent in his trousers, a low moan escapes him. You undo the button, find the zip, and slowly expose him to the fire-warmed air of the room.

"Those nice pants are very tight," you say, pulling them - along with his underwear - down enough to expose his ass. "Uncomfortable?"

"They were," he agrees through clenched teeth. Your light grip on his cock is enough to stir it into further hardness. "You seem to like them well enough, though."

"I did," you agree, your hand moving to grope his ass, the other staying on his lower back, a reminder to stay down. "Not much use to us now though, are they?"

Lucifer doesn't dignify you with a response - or perhaps the click of the lube opening was enough to shut him up. You've long since learned that demons have a supernatural tolerance - and affection - for pain, so you allow yourself two fingers to start off with.

You're rewarded with a guttural growl. Lucifer bucks up under your touch. You keep your hand firm and the pace of your fingers steady. You've already earned the right to touch him like this tonight. You're not going to entertain any brat behaviour.

"Where do you need it?" you ask him.

Lucifer groans in response.

You pull your fingers partway out - not even mostly out, just to the second knuckle. It's enough to motivate him to talk.

"Deeper and h-higher," he tells you, and you oblige.

Three fingers, searching for that bundle of nerves Asmo was so eager to educate you on. You stretch yourself over him, letting the weight of your body press him into the table. Lucifer arches up to meet you. He is constantly muffling sounds, only growls escaping as he fights to maintain a dignity you are determined he will not have by the end of the night.

"Are you going to make me order you to open your mouth?" you ask, changing to a sharp tempo. Lucifer's head hits the desk with a thunk that would be concerning if he were human. "Or will you be good, and let me hear the sounds I've earned?"

"You're awful," he moans into his hands. You huff, amused. It's the same tone you've heard when helping Satan with a prank, or getting some of Mammon's money back. Same tone, but very different pitch.

"I want to hear you, Lucifer," you tell him, standing on the tips of your toes to whisper in his ear. You've slowed your pace right down, fingers stretching more than fucking, your other hand moving to place a light pressure on his neck. "I want to know how good a job I'm doing. I want the great Avatar of Pride to give me a reason to be proud of myself."

The fireplace crackles. The newly formed pact between you is charged with something you don't fully understand.

Lucifer cranes his neck trying to look at you, and you shift to meet him halfway. The look the millennia old demon gives you is indecipherable. A half dozen feelings must flicker in his eyes. You can identify at least one - lust.

"You have brought the Seven Demon Lords to their knees - in most cases literally," Lucifer tells you, voice hard. "I would hope you're already proud."

You're impressed he can sound so serious with your fingers spreading his ass open.

"Does it get you off?" you ask him. You let up a little and he nearly chokes - it's only then you realise his cock must've been half-crushed against the desk. "When I'm proud that I, an ordinary human, have you bent over a desk?"

"You're hardly ordinary," Lucifer says. Only he could make your heart flutter with such a trite response. "And yes. If you want to hear me, yes it does."

"There isn't enough time in the night," you say, voice low, "to do all the things I want. So I want to hear you tell me what you need right now."

"Right now I'd like you to fuck me properly," Lucifer growls. You scratch your finger nails down his back in warning. It's enough to change his tune. "Please, Master. I want to be inside you tonight. But right now..."

His hips move back and forth, fucking himself onto your fingers. You let out a soft laugh, careful not to let the sound overpower the ambience of the fire's crackling and Lucifer's increasingly heavy breaths.

"I'm sure that can be arranged," you whisper. You press your lips against his neck, trailing kisses and bites down his spine. You spread your fingers out once more to ensure he's ready. Lucifer is warm, and the cool of the night makes it all the harder to pull away, leaving Lucifer empty while you rush to your bag.

You let your pants drop, revealing the harness you've been wearing since the afternoon. You didn't want to waste any time tonight.

"I wasn't sure how much you could stretch," you say, washing your hand before you rummage in the bag. "I want you to take pride in being a good boy for me tonight, so be honest. Which one of these gets you hardest, and which one do you think you can take, and are they the same one?"

You've got three options for him - you didn't bother with anything too small, figuring Lucifer would never accept it. Instead you have a regular sized and shaped dildo, one large enough to make an ordinary person run, and one large but more reasonable, covered in bumps.

You're not sure what you're expecting from him. Lucifer gives you a look for a moment, as if trying to figure out if this is some sort of test. You keep your face carefully neutral, eyes on him and not on any of the toys. This is his choice. You need to trust he's choosing for himself.

In the end, he nods towards the large, bumpy cock.

"I wonder how these'll feel inside you," you muse as you go through the motions of attaching the dildo to your harness. Unlike some of the smaller toys, which can jut proudly out, this one is big enough to sag - you feel the weight in the straps around your hips. You give it a few bounces to check it's secure.

"Please stop messing around." Lucifer's tone is one you've heard time and time again this year. It is much less intimidating when he's subtly humping his own desk.

"Do you want to try that again?" you ask sweetly. You meet Lucifer's eyes and find annoyance there, but it is not outweighing the desire radiating from his body.

"Please, Master, stop playing with that toy and fuck me with it instead," Lucifer growls. You raise an eyebrow at the tone, but you'll forgive it this once. He doesn't seem to be growling at you, so much as out of desperation.

"Sounds good to me."

You move behind him again, gently pressing him back down against the desk. You don't waste time. Neither you nor Lucifer wants that, and besides, you don't have the time to waste.

Lucifer tenses as you start to push in. You wait, one hand on his hip, the other guiding the toy in, your thumb stroking circles onto his skin. Encouraging him to relax.

A long, drawn-out groan fills the room as you enter him. You go slow, waiting out or gently moving through any resistance. You keep that soft hand on his hip, but that's all the comfort you give him. You know he doesn't want gentle words right now. Would probably be insulted you think he needs them.

"You're taking it well," you praise instead, finally bottoming out and rolling your hips to find the right angle. Lucifer chokes out a moan in response.

You lean forward, pressing even deeper into him as you do. "How is it?"

Lucifer snarls. "Fuck me properly."

At his imperious demand, you give his ass a firm spank. Your human strength isn't enough to actually, really hurt him - but the shock of the impact and the humiliation are enough to shut him up for a moment. "Try again."

Lucifer takes several deep, steadying breaths. "Fuck me properly, please." He continues before you smack him again. "Please, Master, I can take it. You don't have to be slow or careful with me. I want you to fuck me hard. I-" Lucifer clears his throat. You press a hand to his lower back. "I want to take all you can give me."

"That's better," you say, even as your hips slowly pick up the pace, Lucifer's muscles straining beneath the fabric of his shirt. "That's a good boy."

Fucking Lucifer feels incredible. The toy you're wearing has no particular special attachments for you - though the friction from the harness and the pressure when you thrust into him are both delightful. It's Lucifer's reactions spurring you on.

Even with his face hidden from you in this position, his entire body makes his feelings clear. His back arches up, then collapses down to the desk, like he doesn't know where to go. His ass tries to meet your thrusts. The fabric of his shirt strains to handle his muscles as his shoulders tense and his hands scramble for something to hold onto.

You've had enough practice that you like to think you're pretty good at this now. From Lucifer's reactions, you are - and that pride in yourself, in your ability, serves to get you both off faster. The pact thrums with it.

Your pride, and Lucifer's.

You, proud of being a good master.

Lucifer, proud of having a good master.

Lucifer comes all over the wood of his desk and the floor. You fuck him through it, his groans stuttering out every time your hips meet. You stop when he slowly collapses face-first onto the desk, breathing hard.

You know Lucifer won't take long to recover. Your demons never do, not unless you really work them over. You treasure the moment - take in the way Lucifer's body moves against you with every breath, the dark shadows his hair casts across his back in the firelight, even the red of his ass where your hips had snapped forward.

You step back and pull out when he begins to sit up, giving him the freedom to move. He groans as the toy falls away. His red eyes are nearly black when they meet your gaze.

"Please," Lucifer begins. You didn't even have to tell him to use his manners. "My room. Now."

***

You'd been inside Lucifer's room before, but never had the chance to appreciate it. The lush softness of his bed and its absurd size. The fireplace, chandeliers, and candlesticks all working together to bathe the room in a warm glow. The giant statue of a skeleton in the corner, which would be watching all your activities tonight.

You're contemplating asking Lucifer to do something about that - throw a sheet on the thing, maybe - when he spins you to face him and kisses you.

You forget about the skeleton.

Lucifer can't seem to decide where to put his hands. They move from the back of your neck, to your hips, to the small of your back, always pulling you closer.

At first you try to dominate the kiss, remind him who's in charge... but you realise that's not what this kiss is about. You meet him where he's at instead, your hands exploring the muscles of his back, tracing over his stomach, your lips moving with his.

You don't have much time together left. Lucifer wants to spend some of that time just kissing you. You're okay with that.

You push him away and he goes with a groan. You get to work on his waistcoat, then his shirt, buttons nearly ripped away in your haste. His hands return to you, clasping the fabric of your top, tugging it free from the pants you'd hastily pulled back on in case one of the brothers ventured from the attic while you made the short trip to Lucifer's room.

You get to work undressing each other, no words needed. You only slow down to appreciate what you see in front of you - Lucifer's abs, definition highlighted by the fire's glow, the sharp jut of his hipbones, the light flush on his face at your unabashed stare.

You faced down the Devildom's Prince to earn this view. You intend to enjoy it.

You allow him to get his fill, too. Lucifer takes his time. Hands roaming over your stomach, your thighs, and he helps you out of your jeans, dropping to his knees before you like it's the most natural thing in the world. It's just to help you undress, but it's not only that - it's the Avatar of Pride, and you're so distracted by the weight of what he's doing for you that you nearly forget to step out of the fabric puddled at your feet.

Naked, Lucifer is a sight to behold. You wonder how many others have gotten to see him like this. Naked, maybe - the Celestial Realm didn't seem to insist on modesty, if Simeon's outfit was anything to go by. But naked, hard, and panting with unmistakable need? You're certain that's a much shorter list.

There’s a pause as you both stand in front of the bed, bare to each other, skin warmed by the fire. You’re torn. You’d like to hold him down and ride him until morning, but even with the stamina you’ve built up over the year, that’s going to be a big ask. You already used up a lot of energy fucking him over his desk.

But looking at Lucifer’s expression… you know you don’t have to make your mastery over him so obvious now. He is waiting for your orders patiently, a quiver in his body so light you wouldn’t have noticed it but for the way it makes the shadows dance on his skin. Lucifer had no plans to fight you anymore.

He had accepted you as his Master.

So you could focus on enjoying each other.

You move slowly, crawling onto the bed and arranging the pillows for your comfort. It’s absurdly large. There’s a joke somewhere about this mattress being good for his old back, but you don’t want to ruin the atmosphere to make it.

When you’re done, you settle down, the plush fabric supporting your back, your hips.

“Tell me, Lucifer,” you say, taking him in. His eyes haven’t left you from the moment you stepped into the room together. “Should I make it an order?”

“Please,” Lucifer says, and the crack in his voice will live in your heart forever. “Give me an order, Master.”

The power of the pact flows between you, pulsing like a living, hungry thing. You meet Lucifer’s gaze as you speak.

“Fuck me.”

The command’s effect is instant, but doesn’t send Lucifer into a frenzy like it would a less powerful demon.

He crawls over the bed to you, tension coiled in his muscles - you can see how badly he wants to pounce, but he’s dedicated to giving you a good view.

You're surprised he can resist a direct order to this extent. Lucifer obviously intends to fulfill it, but the pact's not pulling him along by his dick. Instead, he is able to take his time. You brought the lube from the office, and he spreads it on his fingers, crawling over you to look you in the eye.

You sigh as his long fingers enter you, slowly probing to ensure you're wet and open enough for him. You'd prepared for this evening ahead of time. It's still very sweet of him.

"You have no idea how long I've wanted to do this," Lucifer whispers. Your faces are so close you feel his breath brush against your lips. "Or maybe you do?"

"I can't say when it started, exactly," you respond. Your voice barely wavers, even as he explores and finds the place inside you that makes your breath hitch. "But you could give Levi a run for his money on envy, sometimes."

Lucifer laughs. It's not his usual laugh, mean, condescending. It's sweet. Almost boyish.

You wonder how many people have been lucky enough to hear it.

You squeeze your legs together as he pulls his fingers out, your hips trying to follow him. It's pure instinct, because you don't want him fingering you all night. You're looking forward to what's coming next.

"Now, Lucifer," you order again.

The pact surges as he finally enters you.

Lucifer's face is pink, his lips parted. Once more he goes slow, letting you both enjoy the moment. His cock fills you perfectly, and he shivers as he bottoms out.

You wrap your arms around his neck. Pull him down, press your foreheads together. His dark eyes should be terrifying, but they are filled with warmth, with a feeling you're still hesitant to name. The pact, the light of the fire, Lucifer's absurdly large bed - everything comes together to give the illusion that it's just you and Lucifer, that you're not just the only two in the room but the only two in the world.

You crossed a line to see him like this. You watched one of the most powerful beings in the three realms bleed and wince in pain. You felt the gaze of two monsters on your back, knowing they now saw you as a threat.

As your lips meet once more and Lucifer's hips finally begin to thrust, you know it was all worth it.

***

The morning comes too fast.

You were already packed. You'd left out the outfit for today's goodbye. It's in your room, though. Should've put it in while you were packing your bag for Lucifer.

Lucifer holds you for a long time, neither of you speaking. It's like you're both pretending to be asleep, unwilling to acknowledge the movement of time.

It's when you begin to hear movement around the house that you move. Lucifer protests, his arms tightening around you - but the spell is broken, and he is forced to admit your time here has come to an end.

Your time in his bed. In their home. In the Devildom.

After you roll all the way out of his bed, you leave the room. You only allow yourself a single good morning kiss with Lucifer. Anything further and you won't make it on time.

You get showered and changed. The Devildom toiletries are left in the bathroom - you checked with Asmo and Solomon, and most won't work properly in the human realm. Others might cause spontaneous combustion.

You force yourself not to cry, because your demons deserve to remember you happy. Some of them haven't gotten the memo though, and the breakfast that Satan made (your favourite) is interspersed with sniffles.

Despite Lucifer's attempts at enforcing some sort of order, you swap seats a lot that meal. Taking turns sitting beside and between each of your boys. Even Beel only eats half of his usual share.

When you arrive at RAD, you meet Diavolo's eyes. Are you imagining it, or does his smile seem more forced than usual?

Is this how he imagined the exchange program would go?

Solomon approaches. He squeezes your hand. "I'll work with you on summoning between realms," he promises, which is probably the only thing that stops seven glaring demons from physically dragging him away from you.

You hug Simeon and Luke, who clings to you like the child he claims he isn't. Simeon gives you a knowing look when Mammon protests the amount of time the little angel takes.

You finish your goodbyes with a group hug. The seven demons crowd around you - Mammon, for once, willing to share, content with one arm around you and a hand gripping your shirt. Levi, hiding his tears in your shoulder as his tail wraps around your leg. Beel, unselfish, crowding all of his brothers closer. Asmo clinging to your arm tightly, waterproof mascara working overtime. Satan, unwilling to submit himself to the crush of his brothers, squeezes your hand. Belphie wrapped around your back, his weight now a comfort. Lucifer keeps a dignified distance, but presses a gentle hand to the back of your neck.

Barbatos clears his throat. It's time to go.

You've changed this year, and that's going to effect you in the human world. Your confidence has never been higher, for one. You need to keep that up. You don't want to regress while you're away from your demons.

But looking back at them, you're sure you'll find each other again. You have the pacts, after all.

The sound of groans and slight squelching sounds was heard in the bathroom. But everything is easily hidden from others outside this room by the sounds of water and a spell cast on the walls.

Your fingers have been moving inside Lucifer for God knows how long, and you made no attempt to stop. Not that Lucifer minded; the stamina of demons is much higher than that of humans, but damn, this was getting too good.

How many times did he cum? He doesn’t remember anymore, and you didn’t count either. Just the fact that you finally managed to convince him to take a break after he worked so wonderfully on creating the best skateboard is already a miracle. But Lucifer himself understood that he deserved it... And how could he disagree when you were so sensitive to making sure he took breaks while working earlier?

"M-MC...Are you ever going to stop?" He asks, still being able to somehow spit out a complete sentence without almost stumbling over the letters.

"Mmm... No, I guess. You're not even at your limit yet, why should I stop?" A rhetorical question comes from your lips, which makes Lucifer’s legs tremble with excitement.

He is clearly not at the limit of his strength, far from it. But you will spend a very long time here if you want to bring him to this line, which is what you actually wanted. You just wanted him to break, in the nicest sense of the word.

Your fingers slid so perfectly inside his already soaking wet walls, each time pressing on a tiny spot that made him moan with pleasure. His dick was constantly rubbing against the shower wall, smearing his cum from several orgasms all over the wall. Lucifer’s palms lay lazily on the wall, and he rested his forehead on them to hide his red little face, which of course you didn’t want, but you didn’t really mind.

"Are you already brought to a complete state of bliss, if you understand what I'm hinting at, Luci?" The only answer to your question was a shake of the head.

But little did you know that it was a lie.

Lucifer felt like he was ready to dissolve, turn into a puddle from the movement of your fingers in him. He felt his entire being being torn apart in the most pleasant sense of the word. He felt like his whole brain was ceasing to function, because he had not been aware of it for a long time.

He's not even sure he can control his own body. A rare moment of vulnerability for him.

Lucifer realizes that his mask will soon crack. It will break like a crack in glass that will break it sooner or later. His self-control will burst.

Or rather, it has already done it.

“Are you crying, precious? Very good, relax, no one will hurt you here...” You whisper when you see tears running down the part of his downward-leaning face that you can see.

He groans when he realizes your fingers are playing with his tongue, making him whine. Such a humiliating sound for him, the Avatar of Pride himself. He shouldn't make sounds like that, but honestly? Fuck it all.

His head leans back, resting on your shoulder. His back collides with your torso. His hips try to match the movement and rhythm of your fingers, moving with them. And his mouth sucks your fingers, as if his life depended on it... Although he will obviously remember this for a long time later.

“Come on, let go,” You whisper in his ear, kissing his cheek, feeling the salty taste of his tears and looking down, slightly surprised that he came at that very second, but absolutely satisfied.

Lucifer hums around your fingers in mock displeasure when you don't slow down your movements even for a moment. He understands that he will regret this.

But it feels so fucking good.

“MC... You... will break me...” He whispers, muffled by your fingers, barely able to form a simple sentence as he feels your fingers deliberately aiming specifically for his prostate.

“Hush, baby,” You coo, he wants to drown in your voice, he realizes that he can’t even hear the sound of water. "Just relax, I won't eat you, you're so fucking good."

He nods. The movement is convulsive, clearly not smooth, and so unusual for Lucifer. You just smirk at this, kissing his neck, making him whimper, wiping away his tears.

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m.list |

Pride can be a troublesome thing. Occasionally getting in the way of things such as relationships, hindering one's own happiness. It was a thing to be balanced. As too much or too little can very well lead to misery.

Lucifer had a decent grip on that balance. Restraint being something he was rather skilled in. Able to understand the concept of being in the wrong, and even apologize for it. Not to mention he's referred to you as his master before. Generally not quite as stuck-up nor arrogant as his brothers sometimes say in their complaints.

Though you have witnessed two areas where his pride can become an obstacle. His tendency to bear burdens alone. And right now. Where he looks to be having an internal struggle underneath you.

Vulnerability seems to bring difficulties from time to time. Despite the prior mention of your title, the words back then only came out of his mouth after going on about 'belonging to him, not the other way around'. Plus he was under the effects of a certain syrup.. It was something, though it can take a bit of extra effort to crack that internalized shame in certain moments. He wasn't against submission, not if it's for you, the problem was his subconscious doesn't always deem it acceptable.

"Comfortable?" You check from your position, straddling his lap atop his bed.

"Yes." Lucifer responds back, simply.

"Title." You remind him. There's that special word you'd like him to try calling you tonight.

"Yes.. master." He manages it after a breath, receiving the reward of a kiss to his forehead, 'Good' muttered against the skin. Not 'good boy', you're not quite there yet. You don't want him to feel coddled, or infantalized, nor fluster him too much in a way that'd result in him feeling the need to pull away. You'll start with simple.

Leaning back up you trail gentle hands down his chest, "Can I remove any of your clothes?" The question is considered shortly, only for a second, before he nods. Yet you remain where you are, keeping still to allow him some time to decide if he's truly okay with it. When he only stares back expectingly do you start to undress him. Keeping trust in his word to speak up if he changes his mind about something.

After some work on both your ends are you free to take in the sight of his form left in only his boxers. He's beautiful. You had already figured– but seeing the sight is something else. The eldest, Diavolo's right-hand man, an Avatar of sin. No one else in the history or future of all three realms would ever have this opportunity. Because most importantly he is yours. Your lover, as you are his. So you will cherish him accordingly.

Your hands return to their motions. Up his torso, nearly meeting his shoulders, then trailing back down past his ribcage and to his stomach. Permitting himself to be exposed seems to be a feat of sorts to him. Face flushed and trying to remain still. Ignoring the faint prideful urges to run away, or force you off. Internally reminding himself that in this moment he is alright– he is safe. With you he is safe to be exposed. He wills that knowledge to be embedded into his instincts.

Still, he cracks a half-joke, "You better not be planning on taking any pictures." Alluding to his brother's failed attempts to catch a photo of him declothed, just for the sake of selling it.

"I won't." You're quick to affirm, "Not unless I have your permission. And even then it'd be for mine and your eyes only. Kept under a secure folder."

"I'll have to keep that in mind, then." Good, he's beginning to properly relax. Less tension in both his muscles and expression. Thoroughly believing in the security you offer him. You take that as a sign to continue.

Kisses are peppered across his body, adorned to every inch that you can reach. Going as far as crawling down to show his lower half some love, but not yet making contact with his crotch. That'll come later, if he's still in the mood. Your eyes flit up to catch glimpses of his face, seeing he's turned slightly bashful. But his body language still reads acceptance. To the point of trying to meet your lips whenever you come up to his face. You indulge him, how could you not when he's being so earnest with you?

"Master." He whispers, close to your ear, "Touch me more." What a sweet tone. One that stirs the arousal you had put aside.

"Can you say 'please'?" You're testing your luck a little, you know that. Knowing this could accidentally push him in the wrong direction. But he sighs a content sigh.

"Please. I want you to touch me, master. Please touch me more." Oh, he's begging. You've already got Lucifer begging. Showing his need by taking hold of your wrists and placing them where he wants you. Down, down, to the one piece of clothing you hadn't removed.

"Do you want these off, baby?" The pet name slips out. You can only hope he doesn't mind it.

Contrarily his eyes gloss over further once he hears it, "Yes. Please." And you oblige. Stripping him down to full nudity. Fully hardened, just waiting for you to pleasure him. Maybe even use him.

Your fingers ghost over the shaft. A light, barely-there start. It doesn't take you long to press the pads against him, followed by leisurely wrapping the full hand around his cock. Lucifer's body gives little jolts, their frequency increasing once you begin to stroke him proper. Thumbing the tip whenever you can, leading to his own pre getting smeared along him.

His eyes are focused on your ministrations. Mouth opened giving way to small pants and even quieter moans. Something tells you he's holding his noises back.

"Let me hear you, baby. Don't hold back." His eyes flutter close, head resting further into the pillow. Relishing in every movement, every stroke.. your proximity, your body heat. The trust and vulnerability; How you won't take advantage of it. You'll see all of who he is and cradle him with nothing but love.

He practically melts. Growing more vocal, just like you asked. Somehow he becomes more beautiful by the minute. Blush extended to his ears, eyes shut, chest rising and falling. Rising and falling. It's mesmerizing– He's mesmerizing, your darling.

"Good boy." You finally tack on that extra word. And he moans, loud and unabashed. You can pick up on the word 'master' trailing off in the end.

He's fully yours. Finally left behind anything holding him back. You're definitely going to savor it and take good care of him.

The night has just begun, after all.