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Cursed Lovers Duet
Lucifer couldn’t wipe the grin off his face. It didn’t matter. He was alone in his room, so no one would see him looking so giddy over a simple gift. He held the vinyl album in his gloved hands, and yet he could still feel the magic of the cursed music radiating off it. MC had surprised him with the album out of the blue. It wasn’t his birthday. It wasn’t their anniversary. Did they even have an anniversary? He realized he’d never officially asked her to exclusively be his. It had just sort of happened. He would have to rectify that situation as soon as possible. At the moment she was at a movie with Mammon and Levi. That meant it was safe for him to play the cursed vinyl without chancing she’d come to his room and accidentally hear it.
He eased the very old vinyl from the worn sleeve and put it on the turntable of his antique victrola. He poured himself a glass of Demonus and leaned back into a chair to listen to the music. Every cursed vinyl was different, and yet they were all the same. Each one would prickle at his skin as he listened, making a delicious burn in his ears not unlike the way the Demonus put off a heady heat in his throat. It was an addicting sensation. Lucifer toed off his shoes and stretched his lean body out. His head hung against the back of the chair, and he kept his eyes closed. He felt a shiver over his scalp as the magic made the hairs of his nape stand up.
The thing that made each cursed vinyl unique was the music itself. In this instance, Cursed Lovers Duet. It was originally an unknown violin piece written by Niccolo Paganini for Napoleon’s sister, Princess Elisa Baciocchi, with whom he was having an affair. Paganini’s talent was such, he was able to play the entire piece on his own. His affair with the princess ended so poorly he himself cursed the piece and never played it again. It didn’t stop others from trying to play it. None had the skill needed to play it single-handedly as Paganini had. An unknown composer broke it down into a duet, so that less talented musicians could capably play every note. The rearrangement only seemed to intensify the curse. The unknown composer was said to have been performing the duet with his own lover when the curse struck. His lover, a much younger man of great beauty but little talent, hit a sour note. The composer instantly went mad with anger and beat his lover to death with his own violin before the entire audience. He was hanged for his actions, though he claimed to have no recollection of the performance.
This incident didn’t stop others from trying to play the piece. Each performance led to madness and murder. The curse was pronged. It compelled others to play the song, and then it drove them to madness. If MC were to hear the music she would find herself obsessed with it. She would find a way within her own abilities to make the song her own. She would then perform it, go mad and try to kill him. He chuckled at the thought. A sadistic part of himself wanted her to hear it just so he could witness the curse in action. He cared too greatly for MC to see her suffer the obsession and resulting madness. If she were any other human he might try it, but if she were any other human he would not love her.
Lucifer’s eyes fluttered open. Love. He really did love MC. This was his first time admitting it to himself. The giddy smile returned to his face. Never in a thousand years would he dream he’d find himself hopelessly in love with a simple human girl. MC was anything but simple, and she was no girl but a young woman. He loosened his tie and dragged it over his head, tossing it aside, and then he slipped open the top three buttons of his shirt. He rolled his head on his neck and took a sip of Demonus. The magic in the music danced over his skin, trying to infect him but titillating him instead. Lucifer sighed heavily and tugged at the buckle of his belt. Somehow the music and images of MC were tangling up in his mind with a very erotic result. He recalled the sounds of her moans and the expressions she made when he drove her to orgasm. It was making his dick strain against his pants.
He pulled his fly apart and released his cock. It was swollen and throbbing with wanting, and he felt almost frantic with need. MC wasn’t at home, though. Usually he would just restrain himself and wait for her to return, but his desire was so potent as to be painful. Using his teeth he tugged his left glove off his hand and took hold of himself. He already had precum oozing from his tip, but it wasn’t enough lubrication. He spit into his palm and squeezed the saliva along his shaft, gripping himself so tightly it turned his cock dark red. He glided his hand up over the knob of his dick, letting the tip of his red-painted pinky fingernail graze the slit. It made his ass clench and his balls throb, so he did it again. He was extremely sensitive tonight.
He knew this little interlude of self-indulgence was not destined to last long. He was okay with that. He gulped down the rest of his Demonus, dropped the empty tumbler down onto the floor and cupped his balls with his gloved right hand. His left hand began pumping up and down the length of his shaft, sliding over the knob at irregular intervals. It didn’t even feel like his own hands. The only thing on his mind was a memory of MC taking his dick and cushioning it between her breasts. She had sucked on just his tip as it peeked up from between her mounds. He had taken over holding her breasts together and instructed her to pleasure herself. He could still recall the sound her fingers made as she buried them into her juicy slit. He had cum on her tits, and she had licked it all up while he watched. He had returned the favor, sucking the sticky results of her orgasm off her delicate fingers. He could still taste her in his mouth, and that was all he needed to hit his peak. Cum shot from his dick with a great force, landing on his throat and partially on his shirt collar. He released his cock and felt it slowly going flaccid as it laid against his thigh. He panted with the exertion and slumped lower in his chair as the music reached a crescendo and then faded to the end.
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When I got home from the movie with Mammon and Levi I was tired. I had spent the day at RAD, followed up with being in charge of making dinner and then met Lucifer in his room long enough to give him the gift I’d bought him. I’d first seen the album at the record shop months ago. I’d wanted to get it for him for his birthday. The shop owner had let me make payments on it every week until I got it paid off. I’d taken up shifts at Hell’s Kitchen to make the extra Grimm. It had taken me longer than I’d anticipated, and his birthday had come and gone. Once I had the album in my hands I almost felt too shy to give it to him. It was called Cursed Lovers Duet, and though we were indeed lovers we’d not really put a label on our relationship. I decided the best thing to do would be to casually give him the gift and then split. I couldn’t listen to a cursed vinyl with him anyhow. Levi asking me to go to the movies with him was just perfect timing. It was even more fun when Mammon decided to tag along.
As I crept through the dark hallway toward my bedroom I wondered if Lucifer was still awake. I was anxious to know if he’d listened to the album. I really wanted to know if he had enjoyed it. I felt a bubble of self-satisfaction in my chest knowing that for as long as he lived, Lucifer would always think of me when he listened to that vinyl. I knew whatever happened between us I would never forget being his lover for as long as I lived. I only hoped he would always remember me once I was gone.
I took a quick shower and dropped down into my bed, and almost as soon as my head hit the pillow my DDD buzzed. I snatched it up. It was a text from Lucifer: “Do you have anything important such as an assignment to turn in or a test to take at school tomorrow?” Usually he knew my schedule better than I did. I bet he’d had a drink or two while listening to the album. He got a little fuzzy when he’d had enough Demonus. I texted him back.
“Nope. Just a typical day. Do you need me to skip a class to help you with something?” He had taken me out of class a few times to help out with student council work before, though I didn’t recall any big projects in progress there either.
“Good. I hope you will let me reserve your day tomorrow. I want to properly thank you for the gift. I will cherish it always, but not as much as I cherish you. Goodnight, MC. Love you.” I couldn’t stop the squeal from happening when I read the message, but I was at least able to muffle it with my pillow. Lucifer was definitely drunk. He only ever sent cute messages like that after he’d been drinking. Even more intriguing was what he had planned for us. It almost sounded as if he planned on the both of us playing hookie from RAD for the day. He would never do something like that, though. He’d be too concerned with upsetting Diavolo. I hugged my pillow and curled up around it. I thought I was too excited to fall asleep, but sleep took me.
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“Aargh! Whaddya mean we can’t come back to the house after classes?” Mammon growled and poked at his breakfast with his fork.
“As I said, we’ve got an infestation of hellfire shadow ants in the kitchen, and they are spreading through the house. The exterminator is due shortly. The house will be fumigated, and it must remain closed up for the next 24 hours. No one can be inside. The pesticides are dangerous to demons and humans alike.” Lucifer explained.
“Will it hurt the electronics? And how am I supposed to watch 'I Wrote A Fanfic About Demon Brothers And Then I Was Hit By A Car And Woke Up In My Story As The Third Oldest Brother's Underwear'?! The new season is just starting and the brother just got a new pair of underwear. I HAVE to know what happens!” Levi babbled on. Lucifer groaned at his brother’s taste in entertainment.
“I have already spoken with Lord Diavolo and Barbatos. They extended an invitation to you all to spend the evening at the Castle. You’ll have access to entertainment, food and anything else. Mammon, this is your chance to redeem yourself. I had to go to great lengths to get Lord Diavolo to let you off the hook for trying to loot the mausoleum. Your actions didn’t anger him so much as hurt his feelings. You will be the perfect guest. You will leave the Castle with exactly what you walk into the Castle with. Is that clear? If I find so much as a complimentary toothbrush in your belongings I will string you up from the flagpole at RAD for a week with no food.” Mammon’s eyes went wide.
“Geez! Okay, okay!” The rest of his brothers knew better than to argue or whine. MC kept quiet. She sat to his lefthand side dressed in her pajamas still. None of his brothers dared bring up the fact she wasn’t in her RAD uniform. He imagined it was because they were all admiring just how comely she looked in the thin cotton top and pants. It made him secretly happy to know they all coveted what he had, but it also nagged at his jealous side.
“MC, I will need your help dealing with the exterminators when they arrive. I have to find a safe place for Cerberus while the fumigation is going on. You should go get dressed. The rest of you pack an overnight bag and get to school before you’re late.” His command was met with sighs, groans and total obedience.
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I had no idea what Lucifer was planning. I also didn’t know if we had an infestation of some crazy fire-breathing ants or whatever he called them, or if that was just an excuse he was using to get everyone out of the House. I knew enough to not say anything and just eat my waffles. I’d just finished eating when he sent me to my room to get dressed. I closed the door behind me and stood in the center of my room. I had no idea what I should wear. I started off by washing my face and brushing my long hair. I was looking for a hair tie when my DDD buzzed. I grinned before I even opened the message. “MC, care to accompany me to the music room? Hearing the Cursed Lovers Duet gave me an insatiable urge to see you. I’d love to play it for you, but the recording isn’t safe for human ears. I shall play it for you on the piano in order to make it safe for you to listen to.” I immediately replied.
“I was wondering what you were up to! So there’s no fire-breathing ants?”
“I believe I said there were hellfire shadow ants, but that’s beside the point. The only pests I exterminated today are my brothers. Will you please join me?”
“I’d love to see you, too.”
“Then make haste and come to me. Today will be a special day for the both of us.” I damn near swooned when I read his message to me. I couldn’t recall ever having been more excited to see someone in all my life. Still, I wanted to make sure I looked my best for him. I drew my hair up into a sloppy bun with wisps of hair curling softly around my face. I hurriedly brushed some eye shadow on, brushed a quick coat of mascara onto my lashes and slicked a natural pinkish hued lip gloss on. I was stood in front of my armoire in nothing but matching black bra and panties when my DDD buzzed again. “My brothers are all gone. Where are you, MC? I’m waiting eagerly for you.” My heart thudded in my chest. I grabbed a black flared mini-skirt and shimmied into it. I paired it with a white cap-sleeved shirt that laced up the front. The thin cotton material was dotted with little pairs of red cherries. Asmo had bought it for me, but I’d yet to have a chance to wear it. Now seemed perfect.
I literally sprinted from my room. The closer I got to the music room the more I could hear the piano. He was already playing a song, and it was one I recognized. It was an old Elvis song. ‘I Can’t Help Falling In Love With You.’ I slowed my run as I came upon the doorway, but the look on Lucifer’s face told me he knew I’d been running. “I’d normally tell you not to run in the house, but I couldn’t wait to see you.” He smirked at me as his hands nimbly pressed the piano keys. I was a little out of breath, and his words made me even more so.
“I got here as quickly as I could.” I told him.
“I know, and it still wasn’t fast enough for me. Are you ready to hear my version of the Cursed Lovers Duet?” He asked me. I nodded.
“Can I make a request?”
“Of course.”
“Will you let me sit beside you as play, or will I be in the way?” I asked. He stood up from the bench and walked over to stand before me. I craned my neck to look up at him. He wore casual clothes. I couldn’t remember the last time I’d seen him in anything but formal wear. He could make anything look good.
“Well, the piece is very complicated. It was originally a single piece meant to be played by a virtuoso. Over the years it was broken down into a duet to make it easier to play. The variation for piano that I’ve composed is more alike the original piece. I’ll be moving back and forth across the keys quite a bit. I think I have an even better spot for you.” He leaned down and laid a chaste kiss to my forehead. I was still relishing it when he took me around the waist and lifted me to sit atop the piano. I let out a whoop of surprise, and he chuckled at me. “If you sit up here you can be close to me, and not only will you hear the music you will feel the vibrations of it as well.”
“I’m not too heavy to be up here?” I asked.
“Of course not.” He smiled and sat back down. He stretched a little, and then he touched the keys. I watched him, and I listened to the music as it slowly began to build up. The notes were played softly at first, but as the tempo picked up his fingers struck the keys with more force. I could feel the entire piano quaking beneath me, and Lucifer’s movements became more frenzied. My senses were being wrapped in him. I slid from a seated position to lying on my stomach with my face resting on my palms just a foot away from where his head was bent over the keys. I watched the waves of his hair sway as he moved back and forth, and his hands moved across the entire keyboard almost too quickly to keep track of. He told me the music he would play would be benign, but I still felt a tingle of magic to it. Seduction magic.
As he continued playing I felt like I had little control over my own body. I rolled onto my back, and my hands slid up my body. I writhed on the piano top, and when I tilted my head back to look at Lucifer he was watching me. Our eyes locked, and he suddenly stood up. His hands didn’t leave the keyboard. The piano bench toppled over behind him as he continued pounding out the song in a frenzy of motion. His eyes didn’t let go of mine. Finally, the music came to a resounding crescendo, and Lucifer pounced. His lips crashed onto mine, and I reached up to hold his head. It was an odd sensation kissing with our heads pointed in opposite directions, but his kiss was so passionate it caught me up. He reached with his hands to drag me across the piano top and into his arms. My legs didn’t touch the ground, and my backside hit the keyboard with a jarring, discordant sound.
“Lucifer!” I gasped and clutched at his head as he rained biting kisses down the column of my throat. One of his hands was shoving my skirt up, and the other was fiddling with his own waistband. I reached a hand down to help him free himself, but he brushed my fingers away. I held onto him as he shoved the crotch of my panties to the side and thrust inside of me forcefully. I was so wet with wanting it didn’t hurt at all. I’d never seen him so desperate to have me, and frankly, I’d never felt this way either. I dug my nails into his arms to pull him closer, and he pounded into my body trying to get as deep inside as he could. Every time his hips snapped forward the piano and I both let out a cry.
He dragged the collar of my shirt down and pushed the cups of my bra upward to release my breasts. He sucked my nipple into his mouth, laving it with his tongue. I let my head fall back, and I leaned onto the body of the piano with my elbows. This worked to jut my hips out toward his, but it made my balance on the keyboard more precarious. He looped his arm around my lower back to steady me as he continued hammering into my body. He bit down on my nipple sharply, and I let out a moan. My inner walls undulated and clenched at his cock. It spurred him on to drive even deeper inside of me. My legs shook and my toes curled, and I felt the orgasm building. Lucifer felt it, too. He slid his hand between our bodies and dragged his fingernail almost painfully over my clit. I cried out as my body stiffened and then jerked as he wrung my climax out of me. Only then did he let himself go. He pistoned furiously in and out of my body before slamming in deep and hissing as his cock erupted. We uneasily slumped onto the music room floor together, both of us panting and gasping for breath. I could feel his cum dripping from inside of me and down my thighs where it mixed with my own juices. I felt utterly boneless. Lucifer was wet with sweat, and his eyes looked glazed over. He turned his head to face me and gave me an exhausted smile.
“That may not have been as completely benign as I’d hoped.” He chuckled.
“I liked it. Particularly the part there at the end where we improvised.” I teased him. He laughed out loud this time.
“Yes, I suppose we did turn it into a duet there for that last bit. I’ll need to call the piano tuner out here.” He raised his head to look at the misused musical instrument, and then he let it fall back to the rug. “Thank you for the gift, MC, and thank you for being mine. We never properly discussed it, but I very much hope you know how special you are to me. I don’t want anyone else but you, and I want you to feel the same for me.” He reached over to smooth a strand of my hair from my face to tuck behind my ear. “I love you more than anyone else.” My heart skipped and danced in my chest, and a smile lit up my face.
“Are you officially asking me to be your girlfriend? Like, we can hold hands in public and everything?” I asked excitedly.
“Is that what you want? Do you want the whole of the Devildom to know you belong to me?”
“I want the whole of the Devildom, the Celestial Realm and the Human World to know YOU belong to ME.” I smirked. He rolled off of his back to lean down over me and kiss me tenderly.
“Then it will be so, my love.”