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You wake up with fragments of a racy dream clinging to your consciousness and a throbbing heat between your legs. It isn't uncommon for you to wake up aroused lately, considering the demon you share a bed with and the activities you do in said bed, but your lust seems particularly demanding today. Thankfully, Lucifer is still beside you, so you don't need to take care of it alone.
The eldest demon is sprawled on his back with an arm around you, holding you close to his side. It's rare for him to sleep in later than you, and the peaceful look on his face gives you pause.
'Maybe I should just let him sleep,' you think, worrying your lip between your teeth as you squeeze your thighs together in a vain attempt to soothe the ache there.
You suppose you could settle for your hand after all. You’re so horny it wouldn’t take more than a few strokes of your fingertip. Or, you could slip out of bed under the guise of taking an innocent shower, and use his fancy showerhead with its ten different spray settings.
In the end, you decide against it, knowing Lucifer would end up in a far worse mood if you got off without him just to give him a little extra sleep. He would be getting up soon anyway.
The demon is a notoriously light sleeper, so any attempts at being sneaky or coy are futile. Instead, you get right to the point, throwing off the blanket and rolling over to straddle his torso. As expected, Lucifer’s eyes snap open at the sudden movement, and his hands are on your waist before you’re even fully settled on top of him. However, his expression softens when he registers that his assailant is you.
Without giving him a chance to fully gather his wits or bid you good morning, you lean down and press your lips together, earning a muffled sound of surprise and approval from the demon. You keep your palms firmly planted against Lucifer’s chest to hold him down, but he makes no move to take the lead, content to submit to your whims; to lay back and return your kisses until you’re both flushed, breathless and painfully aroused.
What little layers you have between you are quickly discarded, and you take Lucifer's rigid length in your hand, smearing a generous bead of precum over the tip before lining it up with your entrance. Lucifer grits his teeth and sucks in a sharp breath as you slowly sink down onto him, your head thrown back and lips parted around a more vocal sound of pleasure.
Once Lucifer's cock is fully sheathed inside you, you brace your hands on his chest again and experimentally roll your hips. Your eyelids flutter and you let out an airy moan, a clear indication that you've found the perfect angle.
You fall into a comfortable rhythm of rocking back and forth in the demon's lap, his thick cock mercilessly stroking you from the inside while your clit grinds against his pelvis. His hands tease and caress your body just how you like, and it isn't long before your first orgasm reaches a crescendo and washes over you; pent up arousal flooding your veins, pulling a cry from your lips and causing your hips to stutter.
You slow your movements, and Lucifer takes the opportunity to pull you into another kiss, swallowing every little whimper and sigh that falls from your lips as you come down. The demon's cock twitches impatiently inside of you, and you half-expect him to take control and switch your positions. Instead, he surprises you when he simply pulls away with a teasing nip to your bottom lip and says, "again."
It comes out as more of a plea than a command, but the hint of desperation in his velvety tone sends a jolt of desire down your spine all the same. With renewed vigor, you begin moving once more, losing yourself in the pursuit of your next release.
Somewhere along the way, you lose track of how many times you finish. While you are reaping the rewards of your hormone-addled body and its seemingly endless libido, Lucifer is more than happy to let you have your way with him. He staves off his own release so he can bask in your pleasure, until pride floods every inch of his being at the knowledge that only he can make you feel this good.
It isn't until the sheets are soaked with sweat and slick, and you’re adamant you can't possibly come anymore that the demon finally takes over. He holds you tight and begins fucking you from underneath, hard and fast, his deep, carnal moans harmonizing with your half-hearted whines of protest.
"One more, darling, give me one more," Lucifer insists, his words punctuated by the sharp snap of his hips. You can only manage a feeble whimper in response as heat begins to coil in your belly, your body responding to the demon's request in spite of your exhaustion.
Your walls begin to tighten around him again and he groans encouragingly, "yes, that's it," his fingers digging bruises into your hips as he slams into you relentlessly.
"Come with me, love."
The breathy command is all it takes to push you over the edge. You come with a ragged sob, your final orgasm blindsiding you with its intensity, and Lucifer follows suit, a low growl rumbling in his chest as your cunt milks him for every drop.
You collapse onto his chest, enjoying the feel of his pounding heart against your own. Several long moments pass before either of you can muster the energy to move, but eventually you climb off of Lucifer’s lap, gasping softly as he slides out of you. You flop gracelessly at his side and when you lift your gaze to meet his, the demon is staring back at you with fondness in his eyes and a satisfied smirk on his lips.
"You look even more smug than usual," you remark wryly, more amused than truly bothered by it. If anything, you find it endearing when he's so proud of himself that the feeling quite literally overflows through your pact bond.
Lucifer’s smile widens. "Yes, I feel wonderful," he says. "I could destroy anyone who crosses my path."
"Well that makes one of us," you sigh, shoving your face into your pillow. "I'm ready to go back to sleep."