As we approached the imposing wrought-iron gate of Lucifer's estate, I couldn't help but feel a sense of awe at the grandeur that surrounded me. The sprawling mansion loomed in the distance, its dark facade illuminated by the soft glow of the moon, casting an eerie yet enchanting aura over the property. With a deft flick of his wrist, Lucifer unlocked the gate, the hinges creaking softly as it swung open to reveal the path leading to his home.
As we stepped inside, I couldn't help but marvel at the opulence that greeted me. The entrance hall was adorned with ornate tapestries and priceless works of art, the walls lined with towering bookshelves that seemed to stretch on for miles. The air was thick with the scent of aged leather and polished mahogany, a heady perfume that seemed to transport me to another time.
"Wow, nice house," I breathed, my eyes wide with wonder as I took in my surroundings. "You live here by yourself?"
Lucifer's lips quirked into a sardonic smile as he closed the door behind us, the sound of the lock clicking into place echoing ominously through the cavernous space. "No," he murmured, his voice low and husky, "my mother is out for the evening."
As he spoke, he began to move towards me, his predatory gait sending a thrill of anticipation coursing through my veins. I could see the hunger in his eyes, the raw desire that seemed to burn with an intensity that threatened to consume me whole. And as he closed the distance between us, I found myself yearning for the taste of his lips, the feel of his body pressed against mine.
When our mouths met, it was like a spark had been ignited, the inferno of our passion threatening to engulf us both. Lucifer's kiss was demanding, his tongue exploring my mouth with a fervor that left me breathless and wanting more. His hands roamed over my body, his touch both rough and tender as he traced the curves and contours of my form.
As our kiss deepened, I could feel a darker side of Lucifer beginning to emerge, his dominance asserting itself in a way that sent a shiver of fear and excitement down my spine. He gripped my hair tightly, pulling my head back to expose the delicate skin of my throat, his teeth grazing the tender flesh as he growled low in his throat. The sensation was intoxicating, the pain and pleasure mingling together in a heady cocktail that left me dizzy with desire.
With a swift, powerful motion, Lucifer lifted me off the ground, my legs instinctively wrapping around his waist as he carried me further into the house. His lips never left mine, the kiss growing more urgent and frenzied with each passing moment. I could feel his arousal, the hard length of him pressing against my core, and I knew that I wanted him, needed him, with a ferocity that bordered on obsession.
As we entered the dimly lit bedroom, Lucifer tossed me onto the sumptuous velvet bedspread, his eyes raking over my body with a hunger that bordered on primal. He began to undress, each item of clothing discarded with a flourish, revealing the chiseled planes and muscular contours of his body. I watched, entranced, as he stripped bare, my own hands trembling with anticipation as I began to remove my own garments.
Once we were both naked, Lucifer crawled onto the bed, his body hovering over mine as he pinned my wrists above my head with one hand. His eyes bore into mine, the intensity of his gaze sending a shiver of fear and excitement down my spine. I could feel the weight of his body pressing me into the mattress, the delicious sensation of being trapped beneath him only serving to heighten my arousal.
Without warning, Lucifer's free hand snaked down to my throat, his fingers encircling the delicate column in a grip that was both firm and unyielding. The pressure was just enough to make me gasp, the sensation of being dominated sending a thrill of pleasure coursing through my veins. As he tightened his grip, his lips found mine once more, the kiss growing more frenzied and desperate as our bodies writhed together in a dance as old as time itself.
Lucifer's hand released my throat, trailing down my body to find the apex of my thighs. His fingers teased my entrance, the delicate touch sending jolts of pleasure through my core. I could feel the wetness pooling between my legs, the evidence of my desire coating his fingers as he began to explore my most intimate of places.
As he slipped a finger inside me, I couldn't help but moan, the sound echoing through the room as he began to pump his digit in and out of my slick channel. He added another finger, the stretch and burn only serving to heighten my pleasure as he continued to work me towards the precipice of ecstasy.
Just as I felt myself teetering on the edge, Lucifer withdrew his fingers, replacing them with the thick, pulsing head of his cock. With a single, powerful thrust, he buried himself to the hilt, the sensation of being filled so completely stealing the breath from my lungs. He began to move, his hips pistoning in a relentless rhythm that drove me wild with desire.
As we moved together, our bodies slick with sweat and desire, I could feel the coil of pleasure tightening within me, the pressure building to an almost unbearable crescendo. Lucifer's teeth found the tender flesh of my neck once more, the sharp pain of his bite sending me hurtling over the edge, my orgasm crashing over me like a tidal wave.
As I rode the waves of pleasure, Lucifer's own release followed close behind, his body tensing as he buried himself deep within me, his seed spilling forth in a torrent of molten heat. We lay there, our bodies entwined and our breaths mingling, as the last vestiges of our passion ebbed away, leaving us spent and sated in the afterglow of our lovemaking.
As our bodies melded together in a frenzy of lust and desire, all rational thought fled from my mind, leaving only the primal need for release and satisfaction. Lucifer's touch was everywhere, his hands exploring every inch of my body as he claimed me in the most carnal of ways. The raw, unbridled passion that coursed between us was like nothing I had ever experienced before, and I found myself eagerly surrendering to the whims of our insatiable appetites.
We moved from room to room, our bodies entwined as we sought out new and exciting ways to indulge in our hedonistic pleasures. In the kitchen, Lucifer bent me over the cold marble counter, his fingers digging into my hips as he drove himself into me with a ferocity that left me breathless and gasping for air. On the toilet seat, he took me from behind, the cramped space only serving to heighten the intensity of our lovemaking.
From the dining table to the bedroom, we left a trail of discarded clothing and mussed-up linens in our wake, the evidence of our passion strewn about like the remnants of a wild and untamed storm. In the bathroom, Lucifer lifted me onto the sink, the cool porcelain a stark contrast to the heat of our bodies as he thrust into me with a relentless rhythm that threatened to shatter me into a million pieces.
In the shower, the hot water cascaded over our entwined forms, the steamy air filled with the sounds of our moans and cries of pleasure. On the front porch, we reveled in the thrill of being exposed to the world, the cool night air caressing our naked flesh as we moved together beneath the stars. On the balcony, Lucifer pressed me against the railing, the dizzying height only serving to intensify the sensation of his body moving within mine.
Our lovemaking was a symphony of positions and sensations, each new experience more exhilarating than the last. We moved vertically, horizontally, and in ways that seemed to defy the very laws of physics, our bodies bending and twisting in a dance that was as beautiful as it was carnal. From the couch to the chair, from the floor to the wall, we left no surface untouched, our passion staining every inch of Lucifer's home with the evidence of our desire.
As we continued our marathon of debauchery, the world around us seemed to fade away, leaving only the two of us locked in our own private universe of pleasure. In the car, on the motorcycle, and even on a plane, we found ways to sate our hunger for one another, the thrill of our illicit encounters only serving to fuel our insatiable lust.
From the trampoline to the bounce house, from the pool to the basement, we explored every conceivable location, our bodies moving together in a frenzy of need and desire. The intensity of our lovemaking was like nothing I had ever experienced before, the sensations overwhelming my senses and leaving me gasping, screaming, and trembling with pleasure.
As we pushed our bodies to the very limits of endurance, I found myself lost in a haze of ecstasy, the world around me nothing more than a blur of sensation and emotion. The pleasure was so intense, it bordered on pain, the two sensations merging together in a cacophony of feeling that threatened to consume me whole.
And yet, even as my body begged for respite, I found myself craving more, the allure of Lucifer's touch an irresistible siren call that I was powerless to resist. With each new encounter, I felt myself being drawn deeper into his orbit, the gravity of our connection pulling me inexorably towards the event horizon of our shared desire.
As we lay together, our bodies spent and sated, I couldn't help but marvel at the intensity of our lovemaking, the sheer force of our passion leaving me breathless and awestruck. It was a connection that transcended the physical, a bond that seemed to resonate on a level that was at once primal and profound.
As I knelt before Lucifer, my mouth wrapped around his thick, pulsing shaft, I could feel my jaw beginning to ache from the exertion. But even as the muscles in my face protested, I found myself eager to please him, to show him just how much I craved his touch and his taste.
Lucifer's hands tangled in my hair, his fingers tightening into fists as he began to guide my head back and forth along his length. His hips thrust forward, driving his cock deeper into my mouth, the sensation of him hitting the back of my throat sending a thrill of pleasure and pain coursing through my body.
"That's it, you filthy little slut," Lucifer growled, his voice low and husky with desire. "Take my cock like the good little whore you are. Show me how much you want it."
As he spoke, his words sent a shiver of excitement down my spine, the dirty talk only serving to heighten my arousal. I could feel my own cock hardening in response, the throbbing between my legs a constant reminder of my own desperate need for release.
Lucifer's cock was a thing of beauty, a thick, veiny monster that seemed to defy the very laws of nature. It was a testament to his masculinity, a symbol of his power and dominance that left me feeling both awed and intimidated. And as I gazed up at him, my eyes locked onto his chiseled abs and muscular chest, I couldn't help but marvel at the sheer perfection of his body.
His muscles rippled and flexed as he moved, the sinewy contours of his form a living testament to his strength and virility. His face was a mask of dominance, his sharp features and piercing eyes betraying the raw, animalistic hunger that lurked just beneath the surface.
"You like that, don't you?" Lucifer sneered, his grip on my hair tightening as he forced my head down onto his cock. "You like it when I use you like the dirty little cum dumpster you are. You live for this, don't you?"
His words sent a fresh wave of desire coursing through my body, the degradation and humiliation only serving to heighten my pleasure. I could feel tears pricking at the corners of my eyes, the pain and pleasure mingling together in a heady cocktail that left me dizzy and breathless.
"Answer me, you worthless slut," Lucifer growled, his voice laced with venom and contempt. "Tell me how much you love having my cock in your mouth."
"I love it," I gasped, my voice muffled by the thick length of his shaft. "I love it so much, please don't stop. I need it, I need you."
Lucifer's laughter was a cruel, mocking sound, the sound of a predator toying with its prey. "You're pathetic," he sneered, his hips thrusting forward as he drove his cock deeper into my mouth. "But you're mine, and I'll do whatever the fuck I want with you."
As he spoke, I could feel a fresh surge of arousal coursing through my veins, the degradation and submission only serving to heighten my desire. I was his, body and soul, and I knew that I would do anything to please him, to earn his approval and his affection.
As Lucifer secured my wrists with a length of soft, velvety rope, I could feel my heart pounding in my chest with a mix of anticipation and trepidation. The sensation of being bound, of relinquishing control, sent a shiver of excitement down my spine, igniting a fire within me that threatened to consume me whole.
Lucifer's touch was firm yet gentle as he guided me onto the couch, his eyes dark with desire as they roamed over my body. "You belong to me now," he murmured, his voice a low, seductive purr that sent shivers down my spine. "I'm going to do things to you that you've only ever dreamed of."
As he spoke, I could feel the heat of his breath against my skin, the scent of his cologne filling my nostrils and sending my senses reeling. His words were intoxicating, a potent elixir that left me dizzy and breathless with need.
Lucifer's fingers danced across my skin, teasing and tantalizing as they traced the contours of my body. When he reached the waistband of my pants, he paused, his eyes locking onto mine as he slowly began to undo the button and zipper.
As he pulled my pants down, exposing my ass to his hungry gaze, I couldn't help but moan, the sound echoing through the room as I surrendered to the pleasure of his touch. Lucifer's fingers teased my entrance, the delicate touch sending jolts of pleasure through my core.
"Tell me what you want," Lucifer whispered, his voice laced with desire and command. "Tell me how much you need this."
"I want you," I gasped, my voice barely more than a whisper. "I need you inside me. Please, don't make me wait any longer."
Lucifer's laughter was a deep, throaty sound, the sound of a predator toying with its prey. "As you wish," he growled, his fingers tightening around my hips as he positioned himself behind me.
As he thrust his cock inside me, the sensation of being filled so completely stole the breath from my lungs. Lucifer's hips pistoned in a relentless rhythm, each thrust driving me closer and closer to the edge of ecstasy.
"Submit to me," Lucifer growled, his voice laced with power and lust. "Let me claim you as mine, and show me the depths of your devotion."
As he spoke, I could feel a fresh wave of desire coursing through my veins, the thrill of submission only serving to heighten my pleasure. I was his, body and soul, and I knew that I would do anything to please him, to earn his approval and his affection.
Lucifer's hand came down hard on my ass, the sharp crack of skin on skin echoing through the room as he began to rain blows down on my tender flesh. The pain was exquisite, the sting of each slap only serving to heighten my pleasure as I surrendered to the darkness of our shared desire.
"You crave this, don't you?" Lucifer murmured, his voice low and husky with desire. "You crave the pain, the humiliation, the sweet surrender of your body and soul. You were made for this, weren't you?"
"Yes," I gasped, my voice muffled by the couch cushions. "Please,"
As we moved together, our bodies slick with sweat and desire, I could feel the coil of pleasure tightening within me, the pressure building to an almost unbearable crescendo. Lucifer's teeth found the tender flesh of my neck once more, the sharp pain of his bite sending me hurtling over the edge, my orgasm crashing over me like a tidal wave.
As I rode the waves of pleasure, Lucifer's own release followed close behind, his body tensing as he buried himself deep within me, his seed spilling forth in a torrent of molten heat. We lay there, our bodies entwined and our breaths mingling, as the last vestiges of our passion ebbed away, leaving us spent and sated in the afterglow of our lovemaking.
And as I gazed into Lucifer's eyes, the depths of his soul seeming to swallow me whole, I knew that I had found something truly extraordinary in this enigmatic man. For in the chaos and carnage of our lovemaking, I had discovered a bond that was as beautiful as it was terrifying, a connection that threatened to consume me whole even as it promised to set my soul alight.
s our bodies slowly came down from the intense high of our lovemaking, Lucifer and I lay there, our limbs tangled together in a sweaty, satisfied embrace. The air was thick with the scent of sex and desire, and the room was filled with a comfortable silence that spoke volumes about the connection we shared.
Lucifer's fingers traced lazy patterns on my skin, the gentle touch sending shivers down my spine as I reveled in the warmth of his body pressed against mine. "That was...incredible," I murmured, my voice barely more than a whisper.
Lucifer chuckled softly, his breath warm against my neck. "I'm glad you enjoyed it," he said, his voice laced with amusement and affection. "I aim to please."
As we lay there, our bodies slowly relaxing and our breathing returning to normal, I couldn't help but feel a sense of contentment and peace wash over me. It was as if, in the chaos and carnage of our lovemaking, we had forged a bond that went beyond the physical, a connection that transcended the boundaries of time and space.
"You know," I said, my voice soft and tentative, "I never thought I'd find someone like you."
Lucifer's fingers stilled on my skin, and I could feel his body tense ever so slightly. "What do you mean?" he asked, his voice guarded.
I turned to face him, my eyes searching his for any sign of vulnerability or fear. "I mean," I said, my voice steady and sure, "that I never thought I'd find someone who could see me for who I truly am, and love me despite my flaws and imperfections."
Lucifer's expression softened, and he reached up to brush a stray lock of hair from my face. "You're not flawed or imperfect," he said, his voice gentle and sincere. "You're perfect, just the way you are."
As we gazed into each other's eyes, I could feel the walls around my heart crumbling, the barriers that I had built up over the years slowly dissolving in the face of Lucifer's love and acceptance. And as we cuddled together, our bodies entwined and our souls intertwined, I knew that I had found something truly extraordinary in Lucifer.
But
But...
I just forgot
He is still taken. I just fucked someone's partner.
so many times.
But what do I do with Ares? Or I just play with both.