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The soft echoes of your feet on the stone floor surround you, other than your pounding heart and stuttering breaths, it was all you could hear. The walk to the council room seemed to take forever, the walls closing in around you. What will he be like when you finally find him? What condition? You weren’t sure what to expect.
The strongest of the brothers awaited you. All of the others had no idea what they were doing, using any means necessary to ravage your body and hopefully steal your soul. You wondered if he would have any semblance of control. He had to, right? The fact that he hadn’t hunted you down yet spoke volumes.
Your hands were clammy and you couldn’t help but wring them together as you hastened to your final destination. You had to reach him! He needed you! You lifted Asmo’s tattered kimono and tried to race to Lucifer, lungs burning and heart pounding.
Paintings flew past you as you charmed your legs to run quicker, candelabra and sconce flames fluttering at your speed. Before you knew it, you were just a few paces away from the doors and you threw your arm to the side. Dragging it against the hard stone, you stopped your pace abruptly and caught your breath.
Ignoring the shorn skin on your arm, you took a few steadying breaths, trying to ground yourself into the present. Lucifer was behind these doors. Waiting for you. You let yourself rest and sit for a moment, heels of your palms pressed into your eyes until you saw abstract spots and shapes.
You needed a plan. An actual plan this time, it wouldn’t work if it was just half assed. Lucifer was the strongest of the brothers, it wasn’t a game. Slapping the sides of your head you tried to focus, legs trembling - you were sure if you were still standing, your legs would give out.
Trying to focus on anything that wasn’t your swirling thoughts and labored breathing, you thought you heard humming. Was that Lucifer? You felt a chill wrack your body, he really was just waiting for you. Would he have any weapons? Other than his undeniable strength and expertise in magic?
Your skin began to crawl as the humming increased in volume, was he charming you from behind the doors? You tried to cover your ears - think! Something, anything. What could you do to get him to drop his guard? Swallowing tightly, you realized you couldn’t have a plan. No matter what, Lucifer would overpower you. You would just need to appeal to him. Use your pact to the best of your ability and hope Luke’s loving blessing would keep you from harm. It had worked somewhat with Belphie, right? As if the 7th brother’s tactics were equivalent to the oldest.
Rising to your feet, you felt a bit calmer. You had no plan. No hope of a strategy. And wow, his humming was so alluring. Calling you to him, and isn’t that where you belonged anyways? By his side? You were so rushed in getting here, it had to be because you were meant to be. You had to be with him. To see him, to feel him, to kiss him.
Like you were in a fog, and he was your beacon, you padded softly to the doors and pushed them open with slight difficulty. Your demon sat at the head of the table, humming louder now that he had you in his sights. No one could resist the temptation of the Morningstar himself.
You dreamily approached him, and when you were reasonably close - the humming stopped. It took a few moments to come back to your senses, but you did so with a start. “Lucifer!” Your eyes widened as you took in his costume. He appeared to be some sort of plague doctor, or even an undertaker. Bloodied bandages were wrapped around his hands, and blood lingered on the edges of his mask.
Taking a few hesitant steps back, you tried to think about your next words. Lucifer laughed slightly at your backing up, rising from the chair and stepping forward even closer. “You’ve finally come to me. You know, I’ve been waiting quite a bit for your company. Why is it that you’ve taken your time?”
You sidestepped from his direction, sidling up to the head of the room, “I had to help your brothers. Your mask, Lucifer. It’s cursed. Will you let me help you, too?” The rough laughter didn’t help your nerves. “I can help, Luci. It won’t hurt either of us. Just let me have your mask, please. I’ll do anything you want afterwards.”
Lucifer seemed pensive for a moment. “Anything? What an offer. But why would I accept your favors after the fact when I could simply take whatever it is I wanted?” His head tilted in amusement as you bit the inside of your cheek. “Now, be a good human, and come here. Just a bit closer.” The everlasting smile was unnerving to say the least.
“You know I’m yours, Lucifer. I’ll give you everything. But it wouldn’t satisfy you to simply take me. This disgustingly pathetic cursed version of you could never hope to break me.” You stood defiantly in front of him, knowing that more or less, you were right. After having gone through all the brothers, you were sure you could resist him. Probably.
Lucifer turned slightly, readjusting the chair, and sitting back into it. “Tell me, do you honestly believe your own claims? You couldn’t even resist such a simple magic trick to lure you in here.” He rested his head against his curled fingers, “You couldn’t hope to hold your own against me.”
“I’ve lasted through all the others, you honestly think you’re truly any different? You and your brothers are all alike when it comes down to it.” Poking and prodding a tense wild animal surely wasn’t the best move, but you wanted to see how deep the curse went. Was he delusional like the others?
He scoffed, confidence oozing from him in waves, he was much too arrogant to take your bait. “You’ll have to do better than that, human. You’ve never been able to lie to me before, what could possibly make you think you’re able to now?” Clenching your fists, you stalked a little closer towards him.
“Well, you see. It’s all because of this mask you’re wearing. You’re almost as dim as Mammon is.” Your heart hurt at putting the others down, but they wouldn’t have to know. “The Lucifer I know wouldn’t succumb to such a weak thing. This is pathetic, it’s even a lower grade curse than Satan or Belphie would use. You bending to its will is almost laughable.”
Hearing him growl, you knew you struck a chord within him. Now you just had to hope it would help shatter the control of the curse. He took long steps towards you and you tried to stand your ground as well as you could. “You worthless little-” Suddenly he froze. Trembling hands reached towards his face and you held your breath as he called your name.
“L-Lucifer?” You rushed to be in front of him, hands reaching towards him but he caught your wrists in a vice grip. “Lucifer! That hurts, please, you’re hurting me! I know you can hear me, can’t you? You’re better than his curse, please let me free you from it!” He shoved you an arm’s length away as you chomped your teeth at him, desperate to leverage any part of you near his mask.
“I... I can’t hold out against it.” Your name was a hiss under his breath as he curled into himself slightly, “You need to go. Now. Before I do something the both of us will regret.” You pleaded for him to listen to you, “I won’t repeat myself. Leave... and get Dia-Diavolo.”
Your heart broke in your chest, “I can do this, Lucifer! Please, just trust me! Let go and I’ll end this nightmare!” His grip didn’t loosen, rather it seemed impossibly tighter as he yanked you back towards his chest. You peered into his masked eyes, seeing a hint of shining red. “I know you’re in there! I won’t stop until I’ve fixed this whole mess, Lucifer! So just- keep fighting it!”
You found yourself in his lap as he fell into the chair behind him. “You actually believe you can beat me. It's astounding really, but then again, you’ve often surprised me with your tenacity.” Using one hand to hold yours together behind you, his other came to stroke your face gently. As you tried to jerk yourself away from him, he gripped your cheeks tightly. “I would behave if I were you, I’m afraid you’ve landed yourself directly into my domain.”
You sneered as best you could and he let go of your face, patting your cheek condescendingly. Whipping your head you bit at his fingers maliciously. With a growl, Lucifer backhanded you across the face, but you clenched your jaw to keep any sounds inside. All of his brothers had taken turns brutalizing you, it would take more than a swift backhand to quiet you. You turned your cheek slightly, rage in your eyes as you bared your teeth at him.
“Feisty tonight. I must admit, it's exciting to see you so angry. I think I’ll have a very rewarding time breaking you.” You pulled your head back and to his shock and disgust, you spit on his mask. His hand shook as he wiped it away.
“You insolent human. You’ll regret your actions. I was going to let you off easy and ride me, but now. Well, I have a few more ideas in mind now that you won’t be so happy with.” Lucifer grabbed you by the neck, lifting your heavy body off of his lap. You clawed at his wrist as your other hand grabbed towards his mask. Even using your filthy bare feet to try and kick it off of his face.
He slammed you hard on the table, knocking the wind out of your already deprived lungs. You coughed weakly, attempting to roll on your side. Lucifer’s hand covered your entire face, and in a few short words you felt yourself ragdoll. With gasping breaths, you tried to move in any way, but it seemed you could only speak and look around with your eyes. Your wide fearful gaze finally focused on Lucifer as he began to strip his elaborate clothing away.
“There. Now you look much more like the prey you really are. While I do love the fire, having you completely at my will is much more... enticing.” At your silence, he laughed. “What, no strong words? Can’t spit from that far, now can you, human?” You clenched your teeth and growled, though it was nowhere near as intimidating as his.
“Lucifer, you son of a bitch! You’re fucking pathetic letting this curse rule you like this. My poor pitiful avatar of pride. You don’t even deserve that title - you’re nothing.” With a snarl, he gripped your thigh, dragging you painfully across the solid table closer towards his face.
“You’re pushing yourself, human. If you don’t watch that silver tongue of yours, I’ll rip you to pieces. It doesn’t matter to me how I come into possession of your soul, or even if you survive our little rendezvous. So for your own well being, I suggest you shut your insolent mouth.” His grip on your thigh was bruising, anger flowing off of him.
“Yeah? Release me from this charm you’ve got going on and we’ll see who smites who, you little fucking rat bastard.” He brought his hand against your face again, and you were sure you would have a black eye if he kept it up. This slap hurt even more than before, and much more than the others had hit you. You couldn’t keep the tears from your eyes, but kept running your mouth, “Not a very big man are you? Having to resort to violence to make your human submit? Bottom of the barrel, you swine.”
You knew this wouldn’t work, but you were just so goddamn pissed! He was in there, he spoke to you, he could do this! You just had to break the control of the curse and you were sure he would come back to you willingly. “I think you’ll find that I have more than one way to make my toys submit, doll.”
Lucifer let your legs hang off the edge of the table. You groaned and shouted as all your efforts of moving failed miserably. You could only watch as his overcoat came off, followed by his pristine undershirt, and he loosened the belt to his trousers. You bit your tongue, trying to think of something to say but mind going blank as he sauntered close to you again.
His hands found your plush body once again, trailing up and beginning to untie your kimono until he froze. You could hear him muttering lowly and your breath picked up, “Lucifer? What are you doing? N-No more spells, I promise, I’ll be good- just don’t, don’t charm me again, please.” Your blood went cold at the thought of him taking away your other senses as Satan had.
“Fuck. I- shit. The more I fight it, the stronger it- fuck, gets!” You gasped, calling out to him and pleading for his help, “Please, forgive me. I’m afraid... I can’t quite shake this one off.” You cried out as his hands viciously tore the kimono open, easily dragging it out from under your body. He was back to his suave movements, stroking your skin. “So tell me, what is it going to be? Should I simply kill you, or should I have some fun with you, first?”
Jaw clenched tightly, you muttered your response. At the sharp slap to your thigh, you ground out, “Fun. Have fucking fun with me, first.” Another slap. “Ah! Please, Lucifer! Have your fun with me!” Each hit he swatted against your skin was more painful than the last. If you were able to look, you were sure you’d see bruises.
“Smart choice, my little human. Now, why don’t you let me hear more of that sharp talk from earlier? What was it you were going to do? Take my mask? Well, I’d be very interested in seeing you try.” His hands traced your bare body, free of all the marks from your earlier struggles, thanks to Satan’s spell.
You couldn’t help but glare at him, what you wouldn’t do to wipe that smug expression off from under his mask... “Do your worst, Pride. A cheap curse couldn’t hope to break me as well as my Morningstar does.” Your sneer grew more severe at his mocking laughter.
“We’ll see about that, doll. I assure you that I’ll have you begging for me in no time at all.” His hands lifted your hips, scooting you back onto the table in a more comfortable position for him. Spreading your legs wide, and giving him open access to you, he hummed in thought. “Not even a bit excited yet? I suppose I’ll have to work you more thoroughly than I initially thought.”
Lucifer brought his fingers to your mouth but you obstinately kept your lips closed, staring directly into his mask defiantly. You could hear an irritated growl rumble from the back of his throat, “You’re only making this harder for yourself, human. You might not make it to the end of our... encounter if you keep this pig headed act up.”
As you kept your maw securely closed, he scoffed and pried your lips open, your jaw not strong enough against his nimble hands. You whined as he shoved his digits into your mouth, pressing against your tongue and ignoring your gags as he let go of your lips, “Now, should you have the bright idea of biting me, I might have the idea of removing your teeth.”
Picking and choosing your battles, you sucked his fingers, stroking them with your tongue. As he went to slide them out of your mouth, you opened back up and pushed them out, saliva dripping and strung from your lips unattractively. “You’re being ridiculously insolent. I don’t think naughty humans deserve to feel so good. However, I’m willing to have you as an exception. Now behave and sing for me.”
He stroked your folds delicately, and bit your lip in apprehension of him hurting you somehow. But his pace stayed soft and smooth, spreading your wetness and gently working you up. You stared up at the ceiling, silently begging for him to get off and get this over with so you could snatch his mask. His nimble fingers eased you open, and slid inside of you, dragging himself shallowly along your walls. “It won’t do you any good to fight against it. Relax and give yourself to me, won’t you?”
“You’re lucky you’re so far away, demon, or I’d spit in your face again.” Lucifer barked in laughter, entertained by your pointless resistance. He’d have you broken on his hands and begging for his cock in no time. Afterall, he knew the most intimate ways to satisfy you. He wasn’t called the avatar of pride for nothing.
His fingers picked up speed, stroking you fluidly and gently coming up to tease your clit. You couldn’t help the way your breath hitched at the feeling, but you successfully kept your noises to yourself. You could hear his breathy laughter as he kept stroking your walls just to drift up to your clit, feather light touches slowly working you up.
Groaning, you clenched your jaw tight. His delicate pace was beginning to drive you insane. “If you want me, you simply need to ask, darling. I’d be more than happy to fuck you sensless.” You kept your mouth shut, there wasn’t anything he could do to break you while he was like this, no matter how much you wanted more.
Unamused, he ground his fingers hard against your sensitive bundle, the surprise pleasure ripping a cry from your lips. “That’s what I like to hear, keep it up and I’ll make you feel better than you’ve ever felt before.” Tucking his fingers back into you, he smirked beneath his mask. You were getting more and more aroused by his ministrations and he hadn’t even really begun to try yet.
Pressing further into you, he scissored his digits, stretching you out before coming back to rub circles along your clit. Your jaw ached from your tense muscles, and his other hand abandoned its resting place on your thigh to instead tease your chest. Pinching and pulling at your nipples, his fingers inside of you picked up speed.
Screwing your eyes shut, you couldn’t help but whimper, the heat building inside of you. He stroked your walls, passing by your sweet spot just to leave your folds and grind your clit roughly. Other hand kneading and groping your plush skin. Gasping, you cracked one eye open, “S-Stop it, Lucifer. I- ah~ just stop. P-Please. I don’t, ah! I don’t want this!”
You regret opening your mouth, now unable to shut it as he worked you harder and faster. “Ah! Lucifer!” His fingers spreading you wide, thumb constantly rubbing circles into your bundle of nerves, free hand digging his nails into you, small beads of blood weeping from the crescent marks. “L-Lucifer! I- ah~ stop! Stop it! Haah~ ah!” You wished you could move, anything to release the energy that was pulsing through your body.
“Cum for me, doll. Let me feel you come undone around my hands. I’m the only one deserving of your attention. No one else can have you, you’re mine.” To accentuate his possessive words, he pressed firmly against your sweet spot, thumb roughly rolling your clit. You cried out at the stimulation, whimpering his name and releasing breathy moans.
“No! No, I won’t! I- ah! Fuck! Lucifer! Ah~ haah~ ah!'' You screwed your eyes shut once again, releasing on his fingers. “L-Lucifer, no... please- stop.” His hands continued, stroking your walls and rubbing your swelling clit. You were sure he was hard, desperate to sheath himself inside of you. How many times would he make you climax before treating himself to your body?
“Such cute begging. But not quite what I want to hear you say. You’re going to beg for my cock, understand? Be good and I’ll fill you with my cum until I have nothing left. Wouldn’t you like that?” You let out a long whimper, his fingers never stopping. What you wouldn’t do to break free from the spell paralyzing your body.
Lucifer kept himself busy between your legs, long dexterous fingers touching every part of you. His hand left your chest to pop open your mouth, whines and cries immediately leaving your lips. “Don’t hide your sounds from me.” His commanding tone was nothing new, he often dominated you in bed after all. But you hated him using your body wantonly while he was cursed.
You couldn’t help but cry out as his blood tipped fingers rested in your mouth, unable to make coherent words. “Such lovely sounds, absolutely sinful. Tell me, who else could possibly make you feel this good?” He curled his fingers inside of you, resuming the harsh grinding of your clit. He slipped his fingers from your mouth, resting his hand against your throat.
Gasps and moans left your mouth freely as you let your eyes drift closed, trying to imagine you were with Lucifer back at home. In bed where you had a safe word, where you trusted each other, where he would never take advantage of you unless you had given prior consent. “Lucifer... haah~ f-feels good. Please, please let me cum?”
He hummed in approval, “All you need to do is ask, my love.” He pressed into your sweet spot along with your hot bundle of nerves, tracing circles into your skin as you cried out around him. Your walls clenched spasmed around his digits, “You’re so tight for me, wouldn’t you like to sink down on my cock? Hmm? Just ask nicely.”
You grit your teeth, bleary eyes staring up at him with flushed and sweaty cheeks. You honestly would love that, would adore having him fuck you, but you’d be damned before you’d beg him like this. “Ah! Luci-” You whimpered as he pulled his fingers free of your clenching hole. The hand on your throat pressed down slightly before he also removed it. “Lucifer? What- what are you doing?”
His hands gripped you by the arms as he pulled you slightly up off the table, head lolling back. “Well it would seem you’re not desperate enough to beg for me to fuck you yet, but I’ve never been one to give up when faced with such an enticing challenge.”
Rolling you onto your stomach, he dragged your hips down so that your legs were hanging off the table. “Lucifer?” Losing your direct line of eyesight to him had anxiety bubbling inside of you. You could hear clothes shifting and you strained your eyes as far as you could to your peripherals to try and see what he had planned.
You gasped as you felt his hard shaft slip between your folds, stroking along your length. “Haah~ Lucifer!” His textured skin slipped through easily, petting your folds and teasing your clit - but never entering you. Ridges and knot gliding past your sensitive skin before he ground his cockhead against your clit directly. “Lucifer! I- fuck! F-feels so good! Ah!”
He licked his lips, listening to your begrudging sounds. He knew how hard you were fighting against him, and also how desperate you were to feel him inside of you. But he wouldn’t settle for anything less than your begging. His hand guided himself along your folds, slipping in to just where his fingers had reached before stroking you and pressing hard to your clit.
Free hand hefting your leg up onto the table had you spread wide for him. Clit swollen and hypersensitive, he kept petting his cockhead along your wet slit. “Lucifer!” Your thighs were shaking, his cock the perfect friction you had been looking for. What you wouldn’t do for him to just fuck you already, but he kept his teasing passes along your slit and senstive nerves. “Fuck! Lucifer! Stop it!” You couldn’t give in now! You had made it so far! But your third orgasm was approaching and you could feel what was left of your resolve crumbling.
Dipping into you once again, he pressed against the shallow sweet spot inside of you, ridges stroking you firmly as his fingers pinched your over stimulated clit. “Fuck! Lucifer! I- haah! Oh, fuck! It's so much!” Short thrusts had him constantly grinding into you, his digits were unrelenting, and your determination fizzled as your orgasm swept you away. “Yes! Oh fuck, yes Lucifer! It feels amazing, you feel amazing! I- haah~ I want you! Please, please just fuck me! I want your thick cock inside of me! Please!”
Lucifer’s body left yours and you whined at the loss before he tossed you onto your back, “Anything for you, my love.” In one swift move he was sheathed inside of you completely, hips flush against your body. He held one leg to his chest, and the other anchored next to your head. A strangled moan left him as you screamed at the intrusion.
“Big! You’re so big, Lucifer! Please, please fuck me! I need you so badly, take me!” Your mind was hazy as he used your body, hips snapping roughly against yours as you let out a string of curses and moans. “Ah! Luci! Fuck! Haah~ yes, like that, yes! Deeper! I need all of you, please!” A growl ripped from his lips as he plowed into your wet desperate heat.
“You’re mine! All of you, every fucking bit - mine! Beg for me, say my name, I want everyone in the Devildom to know you belong to me!” His nails dragged up your thick thigh from their resting place by your ass, thin lines of blood seeping downwards. But none of that mattered, not when he was pistoning into you and you could barely see him past the sweat in your eyes.
You couldn’t find it in you to make coherent words, just pleas and cries leaving your drooling mouth. He was reaching so deep into you, you were sure you had a bulge in your tummy. He was massive, perfect for you, as if you were made for each other, “Lucifer! Haah~ I’m gonna cum! Ah! Please!”
The hand by your head held your cheek in a firm but not too tight grip. “Cum for me then, let me feel you. Squeeze my cock like the bitch in heat that you are.” His hand left your ankle and slapped your ass hard, making you cry out. You wished you could kiss his palm, move in any way that would relieve your tense muscles but you couldn’t. All you could do was cry and drool as you released on his still pumping cock.
“Lucifer! So tight! It hurts! I can’t!” You tried to peer up at him, but you couldn’t keep your eyes open, his cock splitting you apart. “You’re- you- fuck! Gonna break me! So big! Please- don’t stop! Ah!” His hips kept a swift pace but you could tell he was close. You whined as his warm hand left your cheek, opting instead to wrap your legs around his waist, arms sliding beneath you with the creases of your knees resting atop his limbs while he anchored his hands on the table to keep a steady pace deep inside of you.
“Keep saying my name, love. I want to hear you, gonna unload everything I have into your tight cunt. Gonna break you on my fat cock, ah! Let me fucking hear you as I breed you, fuck!” His hips stuttered against you, grinding against you as he bucked into you. Hot warmth spreading inside of you as you cried lowly, another orgasm creeping up on you.
He rode out his high on top of you, thighs trembling as he rocked his hips into yours. Your body slid gently back and forth on the table, sweat slicked across your back. You gasped and whimpered as he worked himself inside of you, never fully leaving your tight hole. “I- Lucifer, please... Please touch me, so-so close. I wanna cum again, please?”
He said nothing as he bucked roughly into you, groaning lowly. Switching between grinding against you and teasing your clit, to shallow thrusts and petting your sweet spot. “Ah! Haah~ ah~ Luci! I’m- fuck!” You released on his swollen cock again, crying and whining as his movements. Your walls encased him in a vice as he cried out, hands clenched into fists against the table. His breath stuttered from him, and you wished you could see him past the sweat in your eyes.
Dragging one hand to yours, he cupped your soft palm in his. Shakily raising it to his face, he rested it against his mask. “Lucifer?” You cursed the spell on your body again, unable to grab but he moved your digits up to rest along the top edge of his mask before letting go. Your hand fell to the table, and with it, his mask.
Lucifer coughed roughly, hunching forward a bit, your legs tangled in his arms keeping him upright. “I- ah!” His hips moved gently against yours, “I’m sorry. I’m sorry...” He slowly untangled the two of you, gently lowering your legs before he pressed a hand to the center of your chest and suddenly you could move again.
He drowsily grabbed the chair he had tossed aside earlier, dragging it to where you were and collapsed into it. You moved to rest on your side, grunting with effort as you eased yourself into a sitting position. “Lucifer? Hey... are you okay?” You could feel his hot load starting to leak from between your legs onto the table. You’d have to apologize to Barbatos and insist you clean the mess.
For now, you focused on your demon, sitting with his head in his hands, spent cock resting against his trousers. You tried to call out to him again, kicking your toes towards him, unwilling to trust yourself to stand. He groaned, combing his bangs back as he finally looked at you. You couldn’t help the frown at his guilty face. He drug his hand across his visage and looked away from you.
“Hey... it's okay, you know. I forgive you, Lucifer.” He scoffed, closing his eyes and pulling at his hair. You scooted to the edge of the table and tried to take a step towards him, squealing as your knees gave out. But before you could hit the floor, Lucifer had you gathered into his arms.
For a second, it seemed as if he would drop you like you burned him. But after his moment of hesitation, he brought you to his chest and squeezed tightly. You wrapped your arms around him back, snuggling to his chest while your legs barely propped you up. He gently set the both of you back down in the chair, and he pulled you as close as possible to him.
He tucked his face into your neck, hand gliding up the side of your thigh where you were cut and warmth spread over your skin as he healed you. “I’m sorry. This never should have happened. I can’t believe I let myself be controlled by such a pathetic curse. You were right about everything you said earlier. I don’t deserve to call myself Pride.”
You pulled his face back from you, “You... you remember? What I said? Do you remember everything? Not just when you were in control?” He averted his eyes, holding one of your palms to his face. “I’m sorry about what I said. I didn’t mean any of it. I just wanted to rile you up, I thought if I made you mad, then you could break through the curse easier... I don’t think that was the right choice now, though.” You hazarded a laugh before kissing his forehead.
“I struck you. Forced myself on you. I don’t deserve your affections.” You cradled his face in your hands, turning him to look at you. Tired eyes met tired eyes, and you pressed your foreheads together. For a moment, you two simply watched the other. Smiling, you pulled him into a chaste kiss.
“You’ll always be my Pride. There’s nothing in all three realms that could tear you away from me. You’re my demon. And dare I say it... your master.” You winked at him, grinning cheekily. He smiled, tiredly laughing.
“How is it that you’ve come to hold my heart in your mortal hands?” You giggled, leaning in close to his ear and whispered the story about your pact. He laughed, resting his face in your neck again, “And you’ve already forgiven me?” You nodded, “And the others? You’ve freed them as well?” Another nod, “Tell me, were they as difficult as I? Did they harm you grievously?”
You leaned back, fingers tracing along his chest. “Well... I guess you’ll find out soon. I told Diavolo once I had all of you gathered, I’d let everyone know what happened. But... I’m a bit embarrassed. I’m afraid all of my encounters went a bit like this one. Some gentler and others... not so much.” You looked away from him, a bit of shame burning you from the inside out.
Lucifer’s hands caught yours and you peered up at him, cheeks flushed. “Nothing you’ve done tonight has been humiliating. You risked your life to help every one of us brothers, you offered yourself in exchange for a somewhat safe mask removal. I’m sure Diavolo insisted he come instead.” At your sheepish nod, he continued, “I can assure you that if it were him, many of my younger brothers would’ve been hurt severely. I doubt they kept their consciousness through the curse?”
You shook your head with a slight laugh, “No, none of them remembered anything. Just came to once I got their masks. They all realized soon enough what happened though... Should we go and join them?” You looked around the floors and saw Asmo’s kimono in tatters, “Ah... well, I guess I don’t really have anything to wear...”
Lucifer pet your hair, “Don’t worry, I’ll conjure something for you in a moment. Can you stand?” You swallowed, then nodded as you backed up off of him. Groaning, you stood, bending slightly to rub your sore and stiff legs, before straightening up and hearing your back pop. You shifted from foot to foot, scrunching your face as his mess made its way down your thighs again.
With a slight blush, Lucifer handed a piece of his overcoat to you, and you tried to clean yourself the best you could. Turning, you attempted to mop up the mess on the table as well. Facing Lucifer again, you realized he had summoned up a normal outfit for you. With stars in your eyes, “Oh wow! You’ll have to teach me sometime!” Gathering the clothes from him, you shouted in excitement, scaring him, “Undies! I’ve been free balling since Mammon... thank you!” You sighed in contentment at the feeling of your undergarments, and swore to never take them for granted again.
Once Lucifer had his usual attire back on and proper once again, you took his arm in yours, “Well? Shall we, my love? I believe we owe the others an overdue explanation.”