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sassykattery · 1 year ago

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A Taste of You

Ooooo Sassy is posting again! Yes indeedy!

CW: features afab/fem oc! Altaira who uses she/her pronouns. Nudity. Perverse actions. Profanity. Masturbation (m!). Smut scene: f! receiving oral, f! receiving fingering, f! receiving piv. Blood play and blood drinking. Explicit descriptions of unprotected.

Themes: Romance. Vampire AU. Drinking and partying. Sex. Smut fic. Perversion. Menstruation. LuciferxAltaira. One shot.

Characters: Altaira (afab oc), Lucifer, Mammon, Levi, Satan, Asmo, Beel, Belphie.

Third person POV, Vampire AU

Minors and ageless blogs DNI

18+ only

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Enjoy.

It was late. Very late.

Late enough to where when Altaira entered the House of Lamentation, she was shushing her party companions, Asmo and Mammon, as they all shuffled in drunkenly. It was raining, and all three were soaked head to toe, with Altaira and Asmo holding their heels as they came inside, Mammon using his jacket to cover his head.

"Thanks, 'Taira... See you tomorrow," Mammon stated, making his way up the stairs without sure-feet under him. She watched as he held onto the handrail of the staircase, shaking her head.

Asmo kissed her cheek, "Be sure to sleep in tomorrow, we'll all need it. Thanks for being my wing girl tonight," he proclaimed softly. She nodded and silently watched as Asmo went up the stairs too, leaving her to her own devices.

Quietly, and feeling snackish from her drunken escapades, she managed to walk on wobbly legs to the kitchen. She looked around, trying to find anything that might sound good to her in the moment. Getting into the pantry, she spied Mammon's noodles and decided to cook up some of those in the microwave. While she waited, she pawed through the fridge to find more human world rosé that she picked up and a box of ice cream.

Once everything was ready, she sat on one of the stools in the kitchen and began eating, audibly moaning when she realized how much better those noodles tasted when one was completely inebriated.

"Fuck... why am I so hot now? Shit," she swore to herself. She quickly threw off her shirt and sat there in her leather miniskirt, red lace bra, and her shoes kicked off as well.

"That's better..." she mumbled.

Continuing her midnight meal, she stared at the blank wall ahead and began thinking about things, maybe a little too deeply, and found herself ditching the noodles to cry over the box of ice cream she ate out of, adding rosé with each bite and proceeding to get more drunk.

A couple of footsteps sounded in the hallway beside the kitchen, and she snapped, her voice thick and broken, "Get lost, Beel! G-Go find some other food."

A pair of crimson orbs floated high in the air out in the hall. Those orbs observed her sad state, her food shoved away while nursing the bottle of rosé until she was holding her head in her hands, sobbing shirtless in a demon family's kitchen.

The pair of red eyes finally came closer, and then the eldest appeared fully in the light of the kitchen. He placed a bare hand on her shoulder, having ditched his own overcoat, waistcoat, and gloves this late into the night. He was coming downstairs to check that Beel hadn't fallen asleep in the kitchen, Satan doing the same in the library, or Belphie in any other conspicuous place in the House. Basically, to check that everyone was at least in a bed, regardless of which. This late into the night, he wasn't expecting anyone to be around.

"Altaira," he murmured gently.

She sagged further, and before she could fall off the stool as she started to lean over, Lucifer caught her by her waist and held her against him, completely unconscious. Her hair smelled heavily of her perfume, sweat, and booze from The Fall. He immediately knew what happened and sighed heavily as he maneuvered her around in his arms. But he couldn't quite help how it felt to let his fingers caress her bare skin, seeing the red lace of her bra against her ivory skin, or how even like this, she was beautiful when he saw her face as he cradled her in his arms bridal style...

Shaking those ill-toward thoughts away, he sighed again, picking her and her shirt up and walking her out of the kitchen. He thought for a moment of putting her back in her room, but he was concerned about her hurting herself, or one of his brothers bothering her, so he made the trek up the stairs to his room.

Once inside, he gently laid her on one side of his rather large bed. He grabbed one of his plain t-shirts and dressed her in it, long enough to be decent on her as he stripped away her miniskirt. Seeing her face again, he realized her makeup needed to come off, lest Asmo have a heart attack the next day. When he grabbed her clothes to throw into the laundry, he saw the stain on her shirt, so he took it to the bathroom to try and wash it out, thinking he could grab a damp wash cloth to wipe her face with as well. But when he accidentally brought it too close to his face, he caught wind of her natural scent and perfume mixing together, making him momentarily forget his present task. He brought it closer, inhaling her sweet scent and nearly moaning as he gripped it hard and buried his face in it.

He had barely opened his eyes after a few seconds, and his reflection in the mirror caught his attention, and he saw himself standing there with her shirt pressed to his nose and hard-on tenting his trousers, no better than a beast. Growling, he threw the shirt down and grabbed the wash cloth he was after, wet it, and went back to the doll lying in his bed, now sprawled out in the middle like a starfish.

Lucifer sighed and knelt down beside her, clearly annoyed, but only slightly.

"You're lucky you're cute..." he murmured with equal annoyance and reverence. Gently, he rubbed the makeup off her face, a little easier thanks to the tears and how much had already rubbed off.

Satisfied, he threw the rag into the laundry basket as well and went back to the bathroom to change. When he was mostly undressed, his eye caught that shirt again, and without much thought, he grabbed it and brought it to his nose again, inhaling her perfect scent. Before realizing what he was doing, he had fished out his very hard cock and slowly stroked himself as he continued to breathe in her intoxicating smells. He knew she had been to The Fall, so he imagined her dancing, grinding against him in particular and looking over her shoulder up at him with those darling gemstone-like eyes. He imagined how it felt to grasp her hips, grinding himself against her too. To have her lean back into him with his chest pressed to her back and feeling her hands reach back to mess up his hair–

The next couple of seconds happened so quickly, as he gave her shirt one more good inhale and quickly released into his hand with a groan, his orgasm unexpected and not at all satisfying like he wanted it to be. With a sigh, he cleaned up and jumped into the shower after leaving her shirt on a towel bar to hang.

When he was done, he donned his sleeping robe and walked back out into his bedroom. He was then piecing together how a red lace bra and matching panty ended up thrown to the edge of the bed and why the human woman was now laying sideways in said bed.

"Strange little imp you are," Lucifer sighed. Walking toward where her head was out, he brushed his hand against her and felt how warm her head was. "Ah, must've got hot." He then walked to the thermostat and turned it down in his room, hoping the coolness would help her.

Returning to her, he guided her to lay properly in the bed. "Come now... you'll be blaming me for your neck being messed up tomorrow..." he spoke to himself and her as he gently moved her around.

Satisfied with his work, he finally turned off the light and settled on the far side of the bed. When he was getting under the covers, he had caught a peak where his shirt was riding up on her, showing her rear and hip as she laid on her side, facing away from him. Rolling his eyes, more at himself, he turned away and tried to forget what he saw.

The next morning, there was a groan. A soft, pathetic, sad groan.

It was Altaira as she stretched and woke up, feeling sore, sorry, and sad for herself. When she opened her eyes, it was so bleary and hard to see even after rubbing her eyes. She then buried her face into the back of the demon she clung to, trying to wake up faster. But it was when she took a deep inhale, the scent of a certain eldest brother filled her nose, and what better way to wake one's self up than with a surprise?

"Good morning," the eldest mumbled after feeling her startle. She slowly released him and scooted way back far across the bed.

"I'm... Good morning, uh, so... I'm sorry about whatever I did last night," she tried to apologize, feeling embarrassed by what the Avatar of Pride might have heard or seen.

"Hmph," was all he offered her in return.

She was silent for a moment, feeling dejected and rejected, so she started to roll over to get out when she heard:

"You know, you really shouldn't be doing that. I know you're an adult, but... You'll hurt yourself doing that."

There was silence again.

"The monitor is on the bedside table next to you," he added. The lowlights of his room came on.

With a great big sigh, she rolled onto the edge of the bed, knowing he wouldn't let her leave until she took a reading. When she was calm and ready, she grabbed the pin prick and brought it to her finger. While she waited, she brought the monitor up to turn it on and put a stick into it.

After a few moments, the little palm-sized machine beeped and gave her the blood sugar reading, to which, she groaned and set it down.

"And?"

She mumbled, "One hundred and seven..."

"You're lucky it's not worse," Lucifer replied, just a touch snippy, but she knew he was right. "Now, go take a shower and go downstairs. You won't be doing anything until you eat breakfast."

"Okay..."

On unstable legs, she got up and went to his bathroom, to which he caught a glimpse of her thighs as she walked, and he quickly adjusted his focus to stop thinking about her. He heard the water turn on, and then some light humming, knowing that meant she was in.

Lucifer finally got up himself, and a bright red set of undergarments caught his attention as he started to walk to his closet. He approached to pick them up and just throw them in the laundry basket, but what he had done last night resurfaced as he held out the scarlet panties out in front of him, looking them over as they shined in firelight. Even at this distance, he could start to smell their fragrance. He tried to resist, he really did, but other instincts won out, and slowly, oh so slowly, he brought them to his face, inhaling her pheromones.

His senses were overcome with instant gratification and a darker urge to consume the owner. This most intimate scent was like the feeling one gets when they smell their favorite dessert being made, the anticipation and salivation already starting just from that. There was a sweetness to her, a rampant one that made his whole body twitch with an aggressive need to have more. Her body was subtle, though, when it came to her pheromones, far more subtle than any other human he'd encounter. But there was one particular scent that he couldn't mistake, one that meant–

"Lucifer!"

It was jarring to come back to reality like that, instantly dropping the garment out of fear of being caught. He turned his head to look and she wasn't there, but he could still hear the water running. Quickly, he walked over to the door and knocked.

"Altaira? Did you need something?"

There was a sob and the water shut off, and his concern only doubled to hear her struggle.

"I need you to tell me what's wrong, or let me come in," he persisted, his hand on the doorknob.

"It-It hurts... I can barely stand, I feel like I might–" There was a pause, and he heard her move around again.

"Altaira, can I come in?" He asked in a strained tone.

There was a whimper. "Y-Yes..."

Immediately, he threw the door open and found her doubled over the edge of the bathtub, a towel thrown onto her back. In two long strides, the eldest was beside her and kneeling down with his hands on her back.

"Can I help you?" He asked her quietly. She nodded.

He then wrapped the towel around her, attempting to keep her decent and hoping to save her any embarrassment later on. Carefully, he took her into his arms and came to his feet to carry her out of the bathroom and into the coolness of his room as he set her down on his bed.

She was flushed, breathing hard, and her brows knitted together tightly as she rubbed her eyes with her fingers. Something she only did when she was upset or anxious.

"Can you tell me what's–" and just as he said that, he knew what had happened. His senses were correct. That metallic, coppery scent was unmistakable, even without the physical presence of it. "Are you okay?" His tone was softened, understanding what was happening.

"Just... pain," she huffed out. "It's usually not that bad, but occasionally it is," she added.

"I'm sorry to hear that..." he murmured, looking down at her sprawled form on his bed. It was hard to focus with her like this, and he mumbled something to her, as his eyes were drawn to where the towel was starting to not cover her so well over her thighs, reaching higher and higher...

"What?" She asked.

He blinked several times before he realized he had said something to her.

"I can help you," he repeated.

"How?"

She finally moved her hand away and squinted at him. He then leaned over her, his hands placed on either side of her head above her shoulders.

"I can make it feel... better. Make you feel good," he answered quietly, looking her over.

Her eyes widened, and she felt frozen by his suggestion.

"Wh–... How?"

Her gaze flickered all over his form as he leaned in closer to her.

"I don't think you're really that naïve..." he murmured in a knowing but softened tone.

Her hand then curiously rose up to his cheek, looking up into his crimson eyes to see his true intention.

"But..." She looked entirely hesitant.

"Oh, don't worry about that," he purred, his hand on her thigh. "That... adds to the experience for me, personally." He then smiled down at her wickedly, and his fangs glimmered under the bedroom lights.

"What do you mean by that?" She seemed skeptical then.

"I mean..." he started to say, only to sink back, caressing her bare thigh more obviously and molding it under his fingers. "Your taste is one I've wanted to experience... to satisfy my sanguine thirst."

Upon those words, she stared openly, her eyes as wide as possible.

"That's... Are you saying you...?"

"You're smart, darling. I know you've suspected as much," he stated with a chuckle.

She was silent for another moment before asking, "How long have you wanted me?"

A devious smirk landed upon his lips as he leaned in to whisper in her ear.

"Since the moment you stepped foot into my domain," he replied. A shiver ran down her back.

"Specifically?" She murmured again.

He lifted her thigh as he settled between her legs, his left cheek resting against her thigh, turning his face slightly to kiss her flesh. "Since the moment I laid my unholy eyes on this perfect body of yours all those days ago when we brought you here. Since I could sense what you might taste like, so sweet but savory. All these months, this time every month, my mouth would water when you walked by."

A blush burned fiercely on her cheeks as she stared down at him. From her vantage point, she could see the desire in his gaze, feel the desperation in his touch and the lust radiating from his body.

"I just don't want it to... hurt," she replied quietly, hesitating on the last word. "I-I mean... I want you too, but..."

"I need you to be specific now. I won't do anything without your say, and I don't take advantage of you," he replied, looking like he could pounce on her.

"I desire you too, and I'm okay if you... drink from me, as long as you don't hurt me, at least not too much or permanently," she answered.

"Oh, my love, I promise..." he started to say, his fingers walking their way up her body to the towel that barely covered her. "I promise, you'll feel such wild ecstasy, you'll be begging for me to return to you like this."

"I'll hold you to that," she whispered softly. His eyes snapped up to hers again, seeing the soft haze of lust– much to his delight.

"May I?" He purred to her, his dominant hand on the edge of her towel.

"Y-Yes, go ahead," she replied softly.

With both hands, the demon unwrapped his prized prey like a gift from above, carefully and longingly. He took in her splendidly nude form, on his bed, in his room– in his clutches.

"I am far too wicked to lay my eyes upon something this lovely, but it just means I'll be all the more grateful to have you," he purred again, his crimson orbs flicking back up to meet her shy gaze. "Shall I deliver on my promise now?"

"Please," she affirmed with a nod.

He slid her down the edge of the bed just a bit, enough to have some of her rear hanging off the edge, legs dangling down. Lucifer fully knelt to the floor, sinking back again as he kissed her thigh, spreading the other out and finally taking in her wet heat. Instantaneously, his pupils dilated, and he nearly moaned at the sight of her spread like this.

What he had been after, that taste he so wanted to know like the back of his hand, was there in front of him. He took it all in for a moment and then looked up at her once more, only to find an embarrassed look on her face.

"Should I stop?" He asked in a teasing tone.

She shook her head.

He smiled. "Then... I believe it's time I tasted you properly," he murmured in reply. Slowly, he sank lower and leveled his mouth with her spread cunt. Keeping his eyes on hers, he gave her lower lips a soft kiss before giving one long lick bottom to top on her heat.

"Ohhh..." she moaned, locking her eyes on his. He gave her clit more attention as he began to lave his tongue over it, focusing on that bud. The heat of his mouth and the expertise of his tongue instantly sent the pleasure to her spine, becoming more full-bodied. A hard blush decorated her cheeks, her breathing stating to deep and become heavy.

Lucifer's arms slipped under her thighs and wrapped back up so his hands could hold her hips. He pressed himself further into her heat, adding pressure to how he ate her out.

Timidly, she brought her hand down to rest on the top of his head, her little fingers curling into his soft, ink black locks. He appreciated the little gesture, to see her reach out to him and hold onto him. She did her best to keep her gaze on his, but she was so lost in pleasure. A warm tingling feeling started to fill her lower abdomen, and she knew she was already falling apart. It had only been minutes, but Lucifer was correct: he'd make her forget all about the pain.

"Are you close, my love?" He murmured to her. "Are you going to let go for me?"

She nodded, adding a whimper to her wordless reply to him. To take it further, he wrapped one of his arms further around her and brought his hand down to rub his thumb over her clit while he sank his tongue into her entrance. She gave a short gasp and bucked her hips up, eager for more of what he was giving to her.

"Lucifer!" She moaned sharply, her pitch raising with each stroke of his thumb and movement of his tongue. He let a soft moan out to her in return as he started to taste more and more of her arousal, leaking cum onto his tongue as she started to reach her peak. Her walls tightened down around his tongue, alternating between pulsing and clenching. She let out another softer cry of pleasure as her orgasm flooded her senses.

Lucifer carried her through the release, keeping up his ministrations of fucking her with his tongue and gently rubbing his thumb into her clit, until her body relaxed back against his bed again. While she twitched with the aftershocks of her orgasm, the demon continued to eat her out, and the taste of her cum coated his tongue, but suddenly, there was something that tasted that much more delectable. A certain crimson liquid with such a savory flavor got his attention, and he flinched as he tasted it. Mixing in with her cum, he could have sworn he was tasting the equivalent of something better than the forbidden fruit. His hands reached up to snatch a hold of her waist to keep her still.

"L-Lucifer! It's t-too much!" Altaira whined, her hips wriggling in between his arms.

She looked down at him, and she was stunned by the frantic, animalistic look in his eyes. He nearly looked feral, and when he glanced back up at her, he gave a growl– the kind of deep, bassy growl you'd hear from a wolf. Her body caught back up with what was happening, and she felt that warmth building in her abdomen again. What he was doing to her was too much but still so pleasurable. He continued to consume her, drinking in her mixed fluids with an-almost-frightening vigor. Her abdomen tightened, and she twisted the sheets beneath her hands. It took less than another minute for her to fall apart again, her walls clenching around his tongue yet again. She whimpered and cried out her pleasure to him, his name like saccharine on her lips.

After that orgasm, he finally let her go, pulling his mouth away with a pop. She laid there like a twitching leaf, her hair a mess, and limbs spread everywhere while trying to catch her breath. Lucifer slowly crawled up her body to cage her in, his hands pinned above the tops of her shoulders, his knees pressed to either side of her hips.

"Feel better?" He cooed, looking at her with a smirk but deep affection with dark carnal hunger in his eyes.

"Uh huh," she replied breathlessly.

"I must say," he murmured, kissing her temple and then whispering in her ear, "You taste rather spectacular... like sweet but savory candy... a fine treat indeed."

She finally turned her head to look at him, seeing the stains of red on his lips and chin. Her eyes widened instantly. "I... You didn't..."

"Oh, I did, and as I said, it only adds to the experience for me," he purred to her. "I've been wanting this since that third week you were here, and I smelled that sweet sanguine scent for the first time. You're simply divine."

Her blush darkened as she stared up at Lucifer. He adored that bashful look on her face. When he realized she wasn't speaking, he came to his feet, and he added,

"And if you'll allow me, I'd like another," he murmured. "Somewhere more... direct."

She looked down and back up at Lucifer, trying to piece together his meaning. "Where?" She whispered.

Lucifer began to look over her body, something else that added more color to her cheeks, and he began to murmur to her. "Mm, where indeed? Well... the neck is a classic, and you do have just an amazingly soft neck, but..." As he spoke, he brought his dominant hand down to start tracing his fingers down her body, starting at her neck. "Then there's here, your breasts so supple... but I would hate to mark up such beauty..." His eyes went lower, and he gave a wicked smile indeed. "There is one place that I think will do just fine, dove..."

After making his decision, he knelt down to the floor again. His bare hand delicately drew itself over her thigh, his fingertips brushing the sensitive skin there.

"Isn't that... dangerous?" She asked quietly.

Lucifer smirked. "You would think fornicating with demons in general would stir such a thought long before now," he murmured. His eyes then flickered back to hers. "But no, you have my word that you will not have lasting damage done to you. I will take care of you and your body."

There was a moment of uncertainty before she finally nodded, looking more at ease as she considered his words.

"If you would like, I can ensure it's equally pleasurable for you," he added. "But I need your permission first."

"I... I want you to do it, all of it," she replied quickly and confidently. He smirked once more and nodded.

She watched as Lucifer got settled again, kneeling and spraying out her legs again for his viewing pleasure. Taking his hand again, he slipped his fingers through her labia and over her heat, gathering slick while making her sigh again with pleasure. He gently rubbed back and forth, ramping up her arousal again.

"Close your eyes, love, just feel what I do for you," Lucifer commanded softly to her. Altaira immediately nodded and laid her head back against the bed again. Ultimately, Lucifer knew that if she saw what he was about to do, she might not have enjoyed it as much, and he understood her weakness for seeing her own ichor.

Seeing that she was relaxed and enjoying his ministrations, he began placing searing kisses on her right thigh, causing her to twitch and flinch. He glanced up to make sure her eyes were closed, and to his satisfaction they were. He then began to slip one finger past her entrance, following the grips of her walls. Fully hilted, he stroked around her insides to get a feel for her anatomy, to map out in his head where she felt the best. There was one spot far in the back that had her keening for more, and once he figured out her rhythm, he pulled that finger out only to insert two more. That definitely had her crying out, so he began placing his kisses again, soft whispers of incantations against her flesh. Feeling ready to truly start the symphony, he focused his gaze solely on her and her alone.

Slowly, he started to work her open, his two fingers twisting and turning, stoking her fires. When he felt her start to open, he sank his fingers further and found that sweet spot toward the back and began to use and abuse it for her pleasure. He was learning her buttons to push as her body was his new playground to explore. It was when her body started to writhe, her breaths quickening, and her cunt tightening down around his digits that he became hyperaware, listening for specific cues from her. He had to wait for the perfect moment to strike.

And that perfect moment came quickly as she started to roll her hips, her moans becoming more staccato, the very walls wrapped around his fingers beginning to flutter.

There she is.

"Merci," he whispered.

[Thank you]

All at once, just as she met with her third orgasm of the night, Lucifer sank his fangs down onto her thigh, extending to pierce the femoral artery. She felt merely a pinch followed by a warm tingling at the site of his bite as it all flowed together with her release. Lucifer kept his fingers pumping rhythmically in her pussy, making sure to hit that sweet spot, all while tasting her saccharine ichor. He flinched at first, surprised by the taste, but it wasn't bad, far from it. He'd never tasted someone so... sugary.

Maybe I should have saved this for after dinner this evening... he thought.

Nonetheless, she was an exquisite flavor, sweet like a delicious metallic honey, with dark notes of bitter like a warm coffee. If this was sin, he'd never want to be saved after having a drink like this.

For Altaira, her pleasure flowed in and out of her body, her orgasm continuing to fluctuate with the tide of what Lucifer delivered to her. It felt like her release would simply never end, to which she could be fine with that. Lucifer moved his free arm out to take her hand as she grabbed the sheets, and he held it as he carried her through her pleasure. As barbaric as this was, in some regards, he wanted the intimacy behind it, too.

Though, he had other reasons for the sweet gesture. She kept a tight hold on his hand for a long time, feeling the throes of pleasure for so much longer than she ever thought possible. But it was when her grip loosened, her hips becoming still, and her voice sounded thick with sleep that he let her go. He retracted his fangs and laved his tongue over the puncture marks to stop the flow with magic. His fingers slowly slipped out of her cunt, and he admired the webbing of slick and blood on them. After earning his admiration, he slipped his fingers into his mouth and enjoyed her flavor more.

With his hand cleaned off, he slowly crawled onto the bed, on top of her, and kissed her cheek.

"Darling, tap your finger if you can hear me," he called to her softly. He immediately felt her tap once. A soft smile smeared his lips, and he kissed her forehead as well. "Are you in pain? One for yes, two for no," he added. He felt two taps. "Very good. Would you like to take a break? One for yes, two for no." One tap. "Very well, sweetness. Let me get you comfortable."

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Later that same morning, Mammon and Amso finally made their appearances, haphazard looking, in the kitchen. Levi snorted and Satan smirked at their sorry appearances.

"Well, well, well, look at what the hellbeast drug in," Satan cooed mockingly. He dropped the act and got serious. "You look terrible."

"We know," Mammon groaned, swiping at Satan and missing by a long shot.

Beel and Belphie rolled around the corner to the kitchen after hearing the commotion.

"Didn't Altaira go with you guys? Where is she?" Belphie pointed out, looking around.

Satan shrugged. "It looked like she was still in bed when I strolled by to wake her up. I assume her sugar is messed up and she's not hungry yet," he replied.

Belphie tilted his head. "She's not in her bed. When I went in there just a few minutes ago, it was just pillows."

Everyone looked around, and Satan turned off the stove.

"We obviously have to look for her," Levi pointed out. They all nodded in agreement.

Satan and Belphie led the way to look for her, with the other four brothers trailing behind as they searched the House. They had checked all likely places she could have been in the House, starting with her room and the observatory first, followed by the rest of the bedrooms. Even Lucifer's room was empty, to their dismay.

Finally, they convened in the library and stood around, trying to figure out where she could have gone.

"You did come home with her, right? Not a succubus in her form?" Satan groaned, holding his head in his hand as he questioned Mammon and Asmo about the previous night.

"For the hundredth time, yes!" Mammon barked.

"Mammon, don't shout. My head hurts," Asmo whined, laying in a settee dramatically, with his arm over his eyes.

Beel stood there listening until something caught his attention, a particular smell he was sure he'd smelled before, but couldn't quite place. He followed the trail to Lucifer's office door, and he pressed the hidden button he'd learned a while ago.

"Uh..." Beel mumbled.

The brothers looked over and quickly met Beel's side where they saw what had his attention.

Inside Lucifer's office was Altaira sprawled out on his desk, legs spread wide with her head hanging off the front edge of the desk with her mouth open in ecstasy and breasts bouncing with every thrust she took. Between her legs stood Lucifer holding them as far apart as possible, pounding away his cock into her leaking cunt. Both were as naked as the day was long, and each of the brothers went pale as they watched the entire thing unfold, or rather, watched Lucifer unfold Altaira further, and further...

"What the fuck, Lucifer!" Satan barked, turning away first to cover his eyes. "The hells is wrong with you?!"

Lucifer's head snapped up, and he snarled at the intrusion. "Get out, all of you," he barked. Altaira's eyes opened, and she saw the six brothers upside down from her view and grinned. They began to scatter, except Asmo, who just admired the two, before Mammon came back with his eyes covered to drag his younger brother away.

Altaira pulled her head up some to look at Lucifer. "Are you good to continue? Or do you want to stop?"

"Oh, I'm not stopping now. I've merely had a taste of you, and I'm not letting go just yet."

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delphi-dreamin · 2 years ago

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Stress Ball

Poor Lucifer is more stressed than usual...

Do y'all remember this little beauty? Well, @midnight-vixn's prompt was too good to just be that one little blurb, so...I wrote more.

Lucifer x Delphi

Word Count: 1.6K

Content warnings: fem!OC, vaginal penetration, rough sex, implied masochism, praise kink, pet names (love, darling, little one)

Other Characters: Diavolo, Barbatos, and making her first appearance in Delphi's story, @sassykattery's MC Altaira!

Lucifer hasn’t slept properly in a week. He hasn’t slept in his bed in two. And he hasn’t been able to relax in twice as long. He hasn’t exactly been subtle about his frustrations, either. He’s been snapping at his brothers, withdrawing from social obligations in favor of work, and even neglecting his relationship.

Of course, Delphi understands exactly what’s going on. The school festival is coming up and Diavolo has put most of the work on Lucifer, as usual. He’s been up all hours of the day and night trying to organize a budget that had been left in shambles, resolve stubborn class conflicts over activities that his brothers weren’t able to resolve, plan what the student council themselves were going to do for the festival, and still attend his classes. Delphi tries to help as much as she can, delegating as much as she possibly can to the brothers, but Lucifer still has entirely too much work for one demon to do.

And though it warms his heart every time she brings him a fresh cup of coffee or a plate from whichever meal he’d missed, and he relishes every kiss she presses to his temple before she goes to bed, his mood grows more sour by the day.

The final straw, he decides, is the text he receives from Diavolo asking him to go to the human realm to retrieve some potion or other that Solomon can’t make with ingredients from the Devildom. By the time he makes it to Delphi’s curses and hexes class, he’s barely holding back his demon form. She follows him without a word, despite her confusion, into Diavolo’s empty office.

She even more confused when he slams her into the door and locks it behind them, his wings unconsciously caging her in and shielding her from eyes that aren’t there. When he crashes his lips into hers, she melts into his grasp, letting him open her up and take what he needs. He grabs her ass and lifts her up, growling as she wraps her legs around his waist and grips the bases of his horns. He slides his tongue over hers, squeezing her ass in response to her moans.

“Lucifer,” Delphi pants when he breaks away, sinking his teeth into her neck and leaving behind a deep purple ring.

“I need you,” he groans into her skin. “I feel like I haven’t seen you since preparations for the festival began and I just…I need you.”

She pulls him up to face her, staring into his pleading eyes and giving him a soft smile. “You know I’m yours. But why Diavolo’s office?”

A wicked grin breaks out on Lucifer’s beautiful features. “You mean you don’t want him to come back from his meeting with some of the most awful nobles in the Devildom only to be driven mad by our scents so thick in his office that he can barely breathe?”

Delphi can’t help the matching grin that curls at the corners of her lips. “Do what you need to, love.”

Lucifer moves fast enough that when he lays her face down on the desk, it knocks the wind from Delphi’s lungs. Before she can catch her breath, he’s got her pants and underwear around her ankles and he’s thrusting into her with wild abandon. He grips her hips hard, deep blue bruises forming under his long fingers as he pounds into her.

Delphi grips the edge of the desk in front of her, cries of ecstasy flying from her lips. She’s helped Lucifer de-stress before, but it was nothing like this. Before it was hot, sure, him taking out his frustrations on her as if he couldn’t break her with one too-strong thrust. But now she can tell that even then he was holding back.

This is like trying to straddle a tornado or a hurricane. All she can do is hold on and ride out the storm.

Heat twists within her, building quicker than she thinks it ever has as he repeatedly and relentlessly hits that sweet spot deep within her that they both know hurts so good. She can feel herself getting closer and closer to release, clenching until she’s so tightly wound she’s unsure how he’s still able to move.

“Go on, love,” Lucifer coaches, his tone soft despite the ferocity with which he’s both holding and fucking her. “Come as many times as you need.”

“Fuck! Lucifer!” Delphi cries, stars dancing across her vision as she trembles beneath him. She can't move with him holding her hips down, but she can swear a blue steak so loud that she's sure it can be heard down the hall.

Her head swimming, she’s grateful when he slows and turns her over, fully removing the rest of her clothes and shoes. His hands trace her curves, caressing every inch of soft skin he can reach. Delphi arches into his touch, soft moans and whimpers escaping her hoarse throat. She groans lightly as he shifts her closer to the edge of the desk, lifting her already-sore legs to rest on his shoulders.

The burn in the backs of her thighs is nothing compared to the inferno building in her core with every long, deep stroke of Lucifer’s cock within her sensitive walls. His thrusts build in speed and intensity until her whimpers turn to moans and her moans turn to cries once more. Delphi reaches for the edge of the desk again, but is stopped when Lucifer takes both of her hands in one of his, entwining their fingers above her head. As he restrains her hands, he captures her lips once more with his, lapping up her cries of pleasure with a satisfied smirk.

With a few more precise nudges of his tip against that deepest spot within her, Delphi’s arching off the desk, eyes screwed shut as her walls clench around him. Her hips jerk erratically as tears sting at the corners of her eyes, a strangled cry making its way past her lips as she throws her head back. Her second orgasm crashes around her like a summer storm, hot and intense and over nearly as quickly as it began. She’s left trembling beneath her love as he slows to a steady roll, burying his face in the crook of her neck and placing scorching, open-mouthed kisses along the thin skin there.

“You’re doing so well, my love,” Lucifer murmurs, nibbling lightly at her earlobe. He chuckles at the whimper she lets out in response. “You are absolutely perfect, my darling little human.”

“Luci, don’t stop,” Delphi begs, her voice a high whine. She can feel his pact mark activating on her throat, its heat blooming and spreading over her neck and chest.

Grinning, he breathes into the shell of her ear, “Do you like it when I praise you, love? When I tell you how beautiful you look beneath me like this? Or how good you feel around my cock, like you were made just for me?”

Delphi nods frantically, eyes squeezing shut as she chokes on a sob. She can feel everything within her tightening once more, the throbbing of the pact mark on her throat only heightening the sensation.

“Will you be good for me and give me one more, little one?” Lucifer hums, gripping her earlobe between his teeth once more. He releases her hands, allowing her to wrap her arms around his shoulders and grip him tightly, her nails digging sharply into his ivory skin.

Her release is explosive, crying out his name one final time as the earth seems to shatter around her and her vision goes completely white. She feels Lucifer's hips shudder and suddenly she's being filled with warmth. He continues to thrust into her, fucking her through her orgasm and pushing his cum as deep as he possibly can within her.

Delphi whimpers as she comes down from her high, legs sore and energy fully spent. She lets her arms fall to the desktop and her head fall to the side. Lucifer takes the opportunity to nip at the thin skin of her neck once more, grinning.

“How does going home sound, my love?” he asks, his breath tickling her overstimulated nerves.

She jerks at the feeling, whining as she feels fluids beginning to leak down her thighs and onto the desk. Peering up at him through heavy lashes, she nods. “Please?”

She cries out one last time when Lucifer pulls out, their combined fluids dribbling from her abused hole onto the papers left on the desk. He dresses her quickly, supporting her so that she can step into her bottoms, then takes her into his arms in a bridal carry. He whisks her out of the office nearly as fast as he pushed her into it, making sure to turn the lights off and lock the door behind them.

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When Diavolo opens his office after his meeting, he nearly chokes. The smell of sex is so thick in the air that it's almost palpable. But worse than that is who he smells. Lucifer. And Delphi. The exchange student hasn’t spoken to him other than single-syllable responses to direct questions since her return from the human world, and Diavolo isn’t honestly sure that he can ever repair the damage he’s done to their relationship.

He goes to retrieve some papers he’d planned to work on tonight and blanches as he approaches his desk, seeing the papers he left there completely soaked. He looks back up at the doorway where Barbatos and a blonde about half his height stand, Barbatos with one gloved hand over his mouth and nose and the blonde with her hands on her hips, grinning like a cat.

“Who’d you piss off this time, babe?” she teases, crossing her arms over her chest and tapping one of the silver charms on her uniform sleeve with one long nail.

“I believe I might have upset Lucifer,” Diavolo groans, running a hand through his hair.

“I daresay you might be right, my lord,” Barbatos replies, expression never faltering.

Altaira snickers, D.D.D. already out and half a text already typed up.

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Partner in Crime 😈

A: You two are in SO much trouble! 🤣🤣

D: Worth it~