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“Can we do a scene tonight?”
Lilith looked up from her book, gazing at her husband, who was hunched over his desk, head in his hands. “Sure, what were you thinking?”
“You know which one” he muttered, picking his head up to stare at her.
“The angel one?” she asked, to which he nodded his head.
“As hard as you want,” he mumbled. “Just do something.”
She sat up from the bed, slipping her nightgown off her shoulders. “And you promise to safeword if it's too much?” she asked, to which he nodded his head again.
“Alright.” her tone dropped “Five minute head start.”
With a swish of her skirt she waltzed into their bathroom, leaving Lucifer at his desk.
Lucifer sat, blinking for a second before jumping upwards, sprinting out of the room. She had given him a head start, he knew, but still with every corner he turned he shut his eyes tighter and ran faster, the darkness of the corridor immersing him in the fantasy immediately.
His heartbeat thudded in his head as he slowed his pace, shoving himself into the nearest available room, which happened to be their large ballroom. He struggled to close the large wooden door, sure that by now his time was up. He could only wait.
He had to cover his own mouth to muffle any noise when he heard the click of her heels on the linoleum floor. The room was too dark to make out where she was coming from, and the soft clicks echoed every time she placed a foot down, making it impossible to pinpoint her location.
He scootched himself into the furthest corner he could, grasping his legs to his chest and biting the side of his hand to quiet himself, drawing blood.
“You shouldn't have done that.” her voice rang out, deep and foreboding. “I can smell you now that you're bleeding, angel.”
He sucked in his breath, tears prickling in his eyes as the little moonlight from the nearby window that landed on his face was blocked out by the hulking demoness towering above him.
“Found you” she said softly, a toothy grin spreading across her face, her fangs glinting in the moonlight. “Really thought you would’ve lasted a little longer” she reached down, wiping the drop of blood from his lip on her finger, bringing it up to her own mouth, briefly shutting her eyes to enjoy it. “You taste so sweet, dear.” she purred at him, tossing her head to the side.
Lucifer took this opportunity to spring upwards, using a quick burst of angelic power to shove past her out of the corner, not sticking around to hear her enraged yell. The game was truly afoot now, and he could feel the dark, cold magical aura she let out engulf the room, making his lungs feel like ice, shortening his breath.
Still, he darted through the long room, using every ounce of strength he could muster to desperately climb through the thick air away from his pursuer. His heartbeat hammered in his ears as he sprinted with all the gusto he could assemble.
Even as he ran as fast as he could, he still felt dark tendrils licking at his feet, teasing him and forcing him to run slower and slower. The shadows surrounding him seemed to invade his mouth, cutting off a scream he didn't know he was producing. They assailed his lungs, causing him to crash to his knees, rolling onto his side in pain while trying to cough out the demonic phlegm that had lodged itself in his throat.
The click of her heels didn't quicken. Lilith took her time to waltz over to her gasping prey, commanding her magic back and letting him breathe when she reached him.
“You shouldn't have tried that. I was going to go easy on you. Pity you lost that privilege the second you tried to run from me.” she hissed, cupping his face in her ice-cold hands.
Lucifer's eyes widened, as her sharp nails brushed against his cheek, drawing blood.
“Tell me, angel, have you ever had any sinful thoughts?”
He still couldn't breathe properly, her horrible, dark magic filling his lungs, he couldn't answer even if he had the words. He let out a choked sob instead, shutting his eyes tight.
“I bet you have” her voice ebbed at him through the darkness of his eyelids. “That's why you flew down from heaven to see me, huh?”
Lucifer had no strength left to fight back against her anymore, finally conceding and giving her a nod as tears leaked down his face.
“That wasn't so hard, was it baby?” she cood, gently brushing her nails through his hair as he spluttered below her.
She wrapped her arms around him, genty at first, but her fingernails started to stab into his back, her touch turning malicious, making the hair on his neck stand up, even as the icy feeling in his lungs subsided, allowing him to take a gasping breath, burying his face in her neck.
His comfort in her soft flesh was short lived, as she threw him down on one of the chaise lounges lining the wall of the ballroom, his head smacking against the wooden framing as she did so, causing his vision to go blurry and tears to spill from his eyes, wetting his cheeks as het let out a cry of pain, screwing his eyes shut as he felt her hands slither up his thighs, pulling his nightclothes off, leaving him in just his oversized shirt.
He gasped and wailed as she began to place her mouth on him, gently licking and biting his torso, working her hands up under his shirt to grip onto his shoulders.
“Colour?” she whispered in his ear, her tone still sharp and mean.
“So green! More!” He wailed back.
She smirked at his noises as she left his stomach, manhandling him into an easier position. “You archangels claim to be pure of sin but your sweet song defies you, dear.” she muttered, wrenching his hands high above his head, snapping her fingers to summon a length of rope, enchanted by the very angel that lay before her, quivering and sobbing.
“All these noises you make just scream to me that you want me to defile you at this point, sweetie.” she purred, wrapping her hands around his skinny neck, cutting off the whines he was making, replacing them with desperate gasps as she shifted her dress over her hips, revealing her aching hard-on
His mouth gaped in a silent scream as she lined herself up with his small entrance, slowly pushing her tip in, all the while her hands grasped his neck, making his face grow hot and his throat ache.
Tears flowed freely down Lucifer's face as he flushed dark gold, and Lilith took pity on the poor thing. His throat was miraculously released from her grip, and she replaced her hands on his face instead, gently caressing him as she wheezed and gasped, his breathing returning back to normal.
“You're so cute, angel. Maybe once I've corrupted you, filled you with my sin, I'll keep you with me forever. Not like heaven would take you back after a night with me.” she chuckled, pushing herself further into him. “You're so tight, baby” she whispered, before leaning down so her mouth was right next to his ear. “Not for long, though.”
He wailed as she shoved the rest of her length into him, bottoming out and then some, before sharply drawing in and out again, continuing to whisper filthy things into his ear.
“Gonna pump you full of my children, angel. You won't be god's favourite anymore once you're knocked up, whore.”
Lucifer keened and struggled under her, the glint in her razor sharp teeth blinding him almost as she thrusted in and out of him.
“You're making such nice noises for me, baby. Hard to think that this same voice sings in heaven's choir.”
Bile rose in Lucifer's throat from struggling so hard. He knew it was play, it could stop at any time. But what disgusted him was he didnt want it to stop. He sobbed and cried at the pain, but his hips moved on their own to match her thrusts, every word she said bringing him closer to orgasm. His mind fogged over, lost in the act, clouded with the very real memories of heaven. The ones that she was so strategically using against him now.
“Are you going to be good now, angel?” she said, pressing his face between her cold hands, forcing him to look at her.
He nodded, squeezing his eyes shut, tears still freely flowing as she drew her hands away from his face, running them through her own hair and stretching out above him, still shoving her cock in and out of him.
“Wonder what the other angels would think if they saw you now, hm?” She cooed. “My little obedient, broken slut? What do you think they would say?”
Even if Lucifer wanted to answer her, he was past coherent speech, instead letting out soft, broken sobs every time she thrust into him. He was sickeningly close, making him burn with shame as his hips moved by themselves, grinding against her, trying desperately to milk her sin deep inside of him.
“And now look at you, cumming from just thinking about it. Filthy angel.” she teased, snapping her hips forward a final time, forcing a concluding scream from her prey as he shuddered, his orgasm forcing out any angelic qualities he still had about him.
She pulled out, hurriedly gathering her husband in a tight embrace, at last breaking character, heaving slightly as she stroked his fluffy hair to calm herself.
“Are you alright, dear?” she muttered, feeling her husband's shoulders shake as he sobbed into her chest, provoking a pang in her heart.
She was met with no answer, so she asked again as she stood up.
“Was I too mean?”
Still no answer.
“Are you in genuine distress or just overstimulated?” she sighed, waltzing out of the bathroom, carrying him up the grand staircase to the bedroom.
He finally took a deep breath, shakily lifting his head. “You were great, dear. I just need to rest.” he murmured, before promptly tucking himself against her collarbone again, the smell of her hair consuming him as they finally reached the bedroom.
Only when she sat down on the bed, laying him out too assess the damage she had done did he pipe up again.
“Are YOU alright, Lilith?” he whispered, his voice horse from the choking. “It was a lot for you as well. I know.”
Lilith shrugged her shoulders. “Im fine for now. I really think you should get professional help, though.”
Lucifer stayed silent the rest of the while she cleaned his wounds, his head pounding from the earlier injury. It was a devastating paradox. Head hurts too much to use magic. Need magic to make head hurt less.
He sighed and turned to face his wife, now laying down next to him. She gently embraced him once more with as much tenderness as she could muster.
“Thank you” he finally whispered.
“I know.” she replied.