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Sacred is not the term one would use to describe the Temple of Lucifer. Within it resides the infamous and powerful being that the world despises, but has grown to worship. From the outside, one can look up and see it’s grand height rising all the way up to the clouds. It took centuries and cost thousands of lives to construct. The vast building was reinforced with stone materials collected from all parts of the world, as Lucifer wanted a literal piece from every part of the planet to be constructed around him. A small display of superiority to the beings beneath him. No one in the mortal realm was above Lucifer, one could even say this applied to the Celestial realm as well.
The Avatar of Pride has resided in the mortal realm for eons now. The results of the war in the realms above ended with him “winning” Earth and holding dominion over it. He watches over the mortals figuratively and literally below him from his elevated throne above the clouds.
As stated previously, the ostentatiousness of the temple from the outside does nothing for the word sacred. Within the temple are long, imposing hallways filled with doors on each side. Lavish bedrooms for his brothers and other demon guests, hidden closets, maids quarters, kitchens, and of course his favorite rooms.
The prideful being indulges his twisted fantasies in his beloved torture rooms. When the giant structure was built, he enjoyed watching the mortals squirm as they carried various instruments of pain into the rooms. He made sure they worked down till their bones ached on constructing rooms with no windows, ventilation, or even an inch of softness and comfort.
Lucifer was a sadist, full and through. He enjoyed giving out punishment to those who defy him, those who refuse to obey him.
As a lowly maid, you have never been unfortunate enough to face Lucifer himself. You have lived and worked in the temple for several years now. Yet, the closest encounter to the Avatar of Pride you’ve ever had was when he entered his throne room while you were scrubbing a blood stain in the hallway. You immediately lowered your gaze once you heard his giant footsteps for the first time. Your eyes focused on the distant pair of black boots as they carried him to his most noble place. He never gave his maids even a sideways glance, none of you were worthy of his presence regardless.
As you cleaned up the blood from that day, you remembered hearing the familiar chorus of whips, anguished cries, and Lucifer’s maniacal laughter. It was not a pleasant sound to the ears, and your stomach would churn each time you saw an ill-fated man or woman being dragged by his demon guards into one of those monstrous chambers.
Thankfully, no maid has ever proved to be disobedient to Lucifer. None of you have been spared a glance by him nor ever faced his wrath. You all kept your heads low and continued your diligent work on keeping his temple unblemished.
The kitchen staff? This was a whole other story. Lucifer was very – peculiar – about his tastes. As a being who once resided in the Celestial realm of all places, he expected refinery and sophistication. Every ingredient must be fresh, cultivated and plucked from the opulent gardens surrounding the temple. Milk and exotic cheeses were produced from the well-bred and well-nourished cattle and livestock on the farms. They even had their own special diets curated towards them from the day they were born to ensure their meat had wonderful taste by the time of their slaughter and meal preparation.
You have heard the many stories of the chefs who had the audacity to serve Lucifer with a mediocre or incomplete dish. As in his pasta wasn’t cooked al dente or his rack of lamb was seasoned with a pinch too much of salt. Lucifer wanted everything a specific way, and not following these simple directions was enough for Lucifer to inflict pain and suffering.
“Sometimes,” one of the maids began as you both cleaned up after the kitchen staff one day. “I believe Lord Lucifer hurts the chefs on purpose.”
Your eyes widened at the sudden idle gossip. What if he had heard us? Your eyes flickered around the kitchen windows and towards the hallway outside of the open door. Ignoring your neuroticism, she continued.
“Maybe it was because the chef didn’t do it the first time, but Lucifer sent the dish back and told him to add a little more sauce to his meal. The chef complied, but Lucifer changed his mind all of sudden and had him sent to the chambers.”
You kept scrubbing the pots as she chatted away, not wanting to engage in gossip against a heavenly – or formerly heavenly – being. When she finally realizes your lack of response, she sighs and continues her duties.
The following week, the maid you cleaned the kitchen with was replaced with another woman. Neither of you spoke to each other as you worked.
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Presently, you were cleaning an area with colorful stained glass windows when you heard your name being called. Your hand stills with the sponge in your hand, the soapy water trickles down your wrist when you turn around and see none other than Lucifer’s right hand man, Diavolo.
You bow your head in show of respect and Diavolo returns the gesture. “My Lord.”
Diavolo stands before you and holds his hand out, gesturing for you to take it. You set the sponge down and grab his hand lightly to pull yourself off of the floor. Wincing slightly at dampening his gloves with your wet hands.
Diavolo notices this and gives you an amiable smile. “Do not worry about this, I can always clean it off myself.”
You nod in response before he speaks up again. “Lord Lucifer has been pleased with the maid staff in recent years. I can tell you now that he is indisputably proud of the work you all have put into maintaining his home. He has sent me to a small number of you to deliver the news.”
“The news?” You quirked an eyebrow.
“Of your promotion to handmaiden, of course.”
What? Unsure of what to say, you shuffle your feet and play with your sleeves. Getting them a tad bit damp.
“Why handmaiden?”
“Our Lord doesn’t need to explain these things,” he responds curtly and folds his hands behind his back. “Perhaps he believes if you can maintain the appearance of his home, then you can certainly maintain the appearance of…him.”
“Yes, my Lord.” You bow and kneel on the floor again, grabbing the sponge and dipping it into the bucket of soap and continue to scrub the wall beneath the beautiful glass window. Diavolo watches over you for a few seconds before he turns on his heel and disappears behind a corridor.
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Upon the news of your and other maidens promotions to becoming essentially Lucifer’s personal servants, you were all given special uniforms to wear so you can differentiate yourself from other members of the staff.
Unlike your previous uniform, the skirt of this one ended right above your knees rather than your ankles. How scandalous. You think to yourself as you smooth the material with your trembling hands. You had no idea how this new job was going to go. You have never interacted with Lucifer before. You didn’t have time to plan the conversation or figure out his preferences. You were unsure about whether it was a good idea to go with the flow and learn on the job, or sit back and watch the other handmaidens tend to him first.
You stood in front of the small mirror hung up on your wall and braided your hair behind your back, smoothing down the loose strands protruding from the crown of your head. A knock on the door caused you to stop your actions and open it.
“It’s time.” Diavolo stands before you with two more ladies dressed in similar fashion to you in tow. They both had their hands folded in front of them, their gazes meeting yours. The blonde one to Diavolo’s left gave you a small, nervous smile. The curly-haired one to his right gave you a curt nod. You step out of the room and follow behind Diavolo to the throne room where Lucifer awaits.
You occasionally sneak glances to the other women that have been selected. You were glad you didn’t feel alone in your lack of courage, as both of them also shared your nervous glances and uneasy expression.
“Remember,” Diavolo stops just before the massive, imposing doors to the throne room. “You must address him as Lord. None of that ‘sir’ business or heaven forbids his first name.”
The three of you nod as he speaks up again.
“Just follow his directions and you’ll succeed. Otherwise, you may end up like the previous handmaidens.”
Diavolo didn’t need to be more clear with those unspoken words as he finally pushed the doors apart and entered the grand throne room with the three of you behind him.
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You held your breath and subtly glanced at your surroundings. Diavolo gestured for the three of you to stay where you stood as he trodded up the stairs to stand next to the man on the magnificent throne.
The throne room had a sense of regality to it. Stained glass windows lined the prominent stone walls, detailing artistic depictions of Lucifer’s fierce battles and accomplishments. You recognize some of the faces in some works. Lucifer was the eldest of eight siblings after all, and he was clearly fond of them.
Lined up against the walls underneath the various glass windows were his personal guards — demon guards to be exact. Their armor shone from the light brought in from the windows, the bright colors of the artwork reflecting off of their armament.
The sun shone brightly into the room. You suddenly remembered just how high up you were, as his throne room literally sat above the clouds. There was nothing obstructing the sun's radiant rays. You widen your jaws in an attempt to clear your ears thanks to the difference in air pressure.
There was a painful silence as Lucifer looked down upon you and the other two handmaidens. His cheek rested on the palm of his hand, his elbow placed on the armchair of his ornately decorated pedestal. He clears his throat and the three of you look up at him immediately.
To all of your surprise, Lucifer is…smirking? And it’s not some arrogant sneer like one would expect from the literal Avatar of Pride. Even at this distance, you can see the playful glint reflecting in those red eyes of his.
This is the first time you’ve seen his face. Besides the calculating, yet candid gleam of his eyes you notice the black diamond that rests between his eyebrows. Interesting. You think as your eyes roam his figure once more.
His black hair is parted on one side, with some of it swooping around his face. Black, curved horns protrude from either side of his head, he is a demon after all. He has a strong, chiseled jawline and no noticeable facial hair at least from where you can see. You’re not sure what to make of the obsidian-colored attire he wears, lined with what you believe to be peacock feathers on the neck area.
Overall, Lucifer is an attractive being. Well, of course he is. He was once a high-ranking angel in the Celestial realm. Unrivaled in beauty and respect alike. You almost feel proud of yourself for getting in the position you have in life, being so close to such an ethereal entity.
Lucifer stands up, snapping you out of your reverie. You notice two pairs of large, feathered black wings that expand behind his back. He takes several powerful steps down his throne and stands before the three of you. You and the other two women bow in respect to the celestial being who now stands directly before you. You keep your eyes on the floor, although his black boots enter your line of sight.
“Stand up straight.” The velvety voice of the man echoes throughout the space and you all do as you're told. He has his arms crossed and a satisfactory smirk on his face. He scans all of your expressions; the fear and the submission was enough to stoke a fire in his loins.
Your obedience, your fear and awe of him was so delicious.
His aura was so strong that it was hard for you to stand up straight, and you tried your hardest to keep from noticeably trembling. You weren’t sure of the women beside you, as you focused on the man in front of you instead.
His scent wasn’t helping much either. It was so masculine, it reminded you of something like fire or leather. It wasn’t very familiar to you, but it was intoxicating.
Lucifer stands in front of you now, your gaze meeting him up close and personal. He reaches out and takes your braid from behind your head, bringing it to your shoulder and letting it lay on your front. “You’re going to take good care of me, right?” He whispers to you in an intimate fashion. Oh god, why is he singling me out?
You nod your head, which causes him to gently lift your chin up higher. You look up at him, keeping your expression as calm as possible. He smirks, “let me hear your voice, dear.”
“Yes, my Lord.” You squeak out, earning a chuckle from him.
“Good.” Lucifer steps back and approaches his throne. Once he gets there, he whispers something into Diavolo’s ear in which he nods.
“Lucifer has instructed me to send you three to your new personal quarters. Your tasks will begin later on in the day.” Diavolo descends the throne and gestures for you three to follow him. Lucifer observes the three of you, you know because you can feel his eyes on your back, as you exit the throne room.
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Diavolo shuts the door behind you as you enter your new private quarters. There is a singular window next to the bed in front of you. You get a perfect view of the sunset from here, the clouds lay flatly beneath the star. It’s a picturesque scene worthy of remembrance.
Then you remembered that you are now Lucifer’s personal servant.
Your cheeks reddened as you remembered the scene that occurred only a few moments ago. You head into the sink basin to the left of your quarters and splash some cool water over your face several times. You rest your palms against the sides of the sink and stare at yourself in the mirror. Lucifer barely did a thing and now he has you flustered and blushing like mad.
Why was I singled out like that? You ask yourself as you turn off the faucet and step out of the bathroom. You never knew or heard of any rumors where Lucifer picked any favorites. You wondered why the man even bothered with mortal staff and servants rather than his league of demons, or even a demoness.
You step out of the bathroom and sit on the bed. You prop an elbow on the windowsill and gaze at the purpling sky outside. The sun has already descended from the horizon, and the moon should ascend any minute now. You absentmindedly palm the embroidery of the quill that covers the mattress.
A knock reverberates around your room breaking you out of your daze. The door opens and Diavolo steps into the space.
“Lord Lucifer is ready to be tended to. Are you familiar with the duties of a handmaiden?”
You step off of the bed and bow before you respond. “Not exactly, my Lord.”
Diavolo nods and begins to explain what your daily tasks would look like. Maintaining Lucifer’s appearance seems to be the primary objective of your job. Running his baths, taking care of his hair, and making sure his clothes are perfect.
He gestured for you to follow him. This time, you were alone with Diavolo as you were led not to the throne room, but the private quarters of Lucifer himself. You shivered at the ideas running through your mind. Were there torture devices in his bedroom too? Is it as lavish as the rest of the temple? Of course it is.
What would happen if you spilled something on his comforters? Or accidentally cut his face while shaving him? If cutting him was even possible, or injuring him in any way.
“Do not be afraid.” You look up when Diavolo speaks up, his back is still turned to you as you follow him. “Like I said before, if you do your work diligently, you will succeed.”
Diavolo stops before an ornate, oak door. It’s beautiful, but not nearly as grand as the one that leads into the throne room. He raps his knuckles on the wood several times before he opens it.
To your surprise, and relief, you already find the other two handmaidens assisting Lucifer. The blonde one has her hands lathered in a scented oil, running it through his tresses and scalp with a lacquered comb. The curly-haired one has emerged from the bathroom with used, damp towels. You conclude that they helped with his bath time. You also notice that his horns, wings, and the diamond on his forehead were absent.
Once you fully entered the bedroom, Lucifer dismissed the other two handmaidens with a flick of his wrist. You and Diavolo bow before him and Diavolo exits the room with the other two women, leaving you alone with Lucifer. You gulp and stand up straight. Lucifer admires you in your new uniform, his eye catching on to the braid that you didn’t adjust back behind your head.
“It suits you.” Lucifer gets off of the bed and steps in front of you. His large, smooth hand traces the braid delicately. “Keep it like this for me, will you?”
“Yes, my Lord.” You nod and watch his fingers carefully. They’re perfectly trimmed with no signs of scarring or dullness. He doesn’t seem to have any visible cuticles either.
“My Lord, what shall you have me do?” You speak up as his finger traces your jawline. You were feeling a bit unsettled. Not only has he singled you out earlier, but now he made sure to have you alone with him. He was already settled down for the night, having a bath and all. So, why else were you here?
“There are…other services handmaidens usually perform,” he circles around you slowly, taking in your trembling figure and nervous glances. He has to restrain himself from just pouncing on you, the intoxicating aura of your fear and nerves making him antsy.
“Do you have any idea of what those other services are?” He stands directly behind you, his warm breath fanning against your earlobe.
You begin to stammer, your cheeks turning red and your palms starting to feel clammy. Why me?
He coos your name into your ear teasingly. “Come on, don’t make me remind you to use your words a second time.” His hands gently grip both of your shoulders and he rubs them in an attempt to comfort you. But, it just made you even more flustered.
A few moments of painful silence pass. Suddenly, his grip on your shoulders tightens. Not enough to bruise, at least not yet.
“I don’t like being ignored.” He spins you around to face him. Gone was the playful glint in his eyes, his expression is much more stern. His red eyes glow in the dark, his eyebrows scrunched together in distaste. Obviously displeased with your lack of reciprocation.
“Sorry, my Lord. I just don’t think this is appropriate-”
“I didn’t select you to think, my dear.” He lets go of your shoulders and sits on the bed, leaning against his hands.
“Touch me,” he instructs you. He stretches his long legs wide enough for you to step between them.
You hesitate, your heart hammers in your thoracic cavity. Your skin on the nape of your neck feels prickly, like there is a cactus tucked underneath your collar. This was highly inappropriate. But at the end of the day, you are a mortal woman whose job is to serve the Avatar of Pride. Unquestioned, eternal devotion. You think back to what Diavolo said about the previous handmaidens. Were they rid of because of their lack of devotion? Their refusal to serve his other explicit needs?
Lucifer simply sits and waits for your next move. He is being surprisingly patient. You gulp and step between his thighs, your hand reaches out to caress the exposed skin of his chest. You wonder if he left the tunic unbuttoned intentionally.
God, this was so embarrassing. Clearly, you have never done this before. You try to stay as calm as possible as your fingers trace invisible patterns on his skin, the texture of it being impossibly smooth. Your fingers ascend to the skin of his neck, there really was no facial hair on this man.
“How does it feel?” He asks as he watches your hand caress his strong jawline. “To be in the presence of an angel? To be allowed to touch a being superior to yourself?”
Prick. “It feels…good.”
“Just good?”
He cuts you off before you have the chance to respond. “Don’t worry, I never expected your mortal mind to comprehend something beyond ‘good’ in the first place.”
You grimace at his casual mocking tone. No one has ever talked down to you in this manner, and you have no idea how to respond. Although the way he looks at you causes an unfamiliar feeling to bubble up within you.
“So quiet, so submissive,” he purrs and takes your hand, guiding it towards his cloth-covered abdomen. “It’s so delicious.”
He pulls you into his lap, making sure your legs straddle him on either side. The heat rises to your face once again as you realize just how close to Lucifer you are now. Your skirt rises higher up your thighs, and Lucifer glanced down at it. Your hands move from his abs to your skirt in an attempt to pull it down.
Lucifer clears his throat irritably. “Did I instruct you to do that?”
“No, my Lord I was just-”
Your words were interrupted by the sensation of his lips on yours. You were transported back into the throne room, the masculine scent of fire and leather fills your nostrils once again. His hand grips the back of your head to make sure you cannot turn away from him. He lets out a groan as he tries to insert his tongue into your mouth, and with your obvious inexperience, you didn’t let it happen.
Lucifer picks you up and turns around, laying you down on the mattress. He climbs on top of you and lets his weight sink both of your bodies into the sheets.
“You’ve never been with a man before.” He caresses your cheek in an affectionate manner.
“No, my Lord. I’m sorry to disappoint you.” You try to turn away from him in shame, but his hand on your cheek keeps you in place.
“Who said I was disappointed?” Lucifer smirks and latches on to your neck, kissing and licking the skin there roughly. You let out a gasp as Lucifer sucks and sucks, the sensation was totally different than anything you have ever felt. In books, you have always read kissing as a sensual, intimate act between two lovers. You never imagined this, a demon furiously lapping at your skin.
Lucifer chose you for a reason, one he doesn’t feel obligated to tell you anyway. He knows about all of his staff and servants, that doesn’t mean he has to acknowledge their presence everyday. He knew all about you since the day you entered the temple seeking refuge and work. Diavolo graciously accepted you, and Lucifer watched you from afar. Your diligence and quiet attitude made Lucifer like you even more, in his own twisted sense of approval. However, what made Lucifer really appreciate you was your obedience. You didn’t scream or cower away when you saw your fellow human beings getting dragged into the torture chambers. You didn’t make a sound when you scrubbed the blood that seeped into the hallways when it was all over for the victims. And you certainly didn’t roll your eyes or talk back to him just a few moments ago.
You weren’t like the others, trying to make yourself seem tougher than you actually were in front of the likes of Diavolo or himself. Oh yes, your obedience was delicious. He would stay up for countless nights, fantasizing about the things he could do to such a meek woman like yourself. And knowing that you were untouched? Oh, Lucifer is going to have fun ruining you.
His cock jumps in his trousers as he senses the unease just wafting off of your body. You were begging for him to touch you, to hurt you at this point. It’s like you were teasing him.
His mouth retreats from your neck and descends to your exposed chest, your uniform was the only thing blocking his eager mouth from your supple breasts. He hooks a long, slender finger on the neckline of your shirt and yanks it down. Your breasts were big enough to tuck the fabric under so he doesn’t have to hold it down himself the whole time.
“My Lord…” You gasp as your breasts are revealed, the cold air in the room forming goosebumps on the exposed skin.
“Shhh, I won’t hurt you,” he whispers against your nipple, rolling the hardened nub around his tongue. At least not yet.
You let out a soft moan as he teases your nipples alternatively, his hands coming up to squeeze and squish your breasts. You clench your thighs around his waist as you feel your panties dampen.
“Such a responsive girl,” he inhales between your breasts, both of his hands working your nipples and squeezing them. One of them moves down between your thighs, going under your skirt and searching for your arousal. He can already smell it, and it is driving him crazy.
“Wait, Lucifer! I’m not ready for this!” You try to grab his hand, but you are met with a slap across your right breast. The sound reverberates through the air, and a stinging sensation is left on your skin.
“Is that how you address your master?” Lucifer growls and slaps your left breast before grabbing it roughly, squeezing it painfully.
“Ah! No, my Lord! I’m sorry! I’m sorry!”
Fueled from his temperament and your anguished expression, he leans down and bites into the fabric of your uniform that is now mostly wrapped around your waist. With his teeth, he rips off your clothing in one go. Spitting it off the side of the bed. Your eyes widen at the action, shocked at how easily you seem to unlock his carnal desires.
In one swift movement, his head nestles between your thighs and he presses his nose against your panties. He breathes in and relishes the scent of your arousal. The things he is going to do to this virgin pussy.
“Ah! My Lord!” You moan as he presses his face into your clothed pussy. You were already so wet for him, you didn’t think your first time would hurt after all. The thought of a man like him being inside of you brought forth feelings of pride and excitement.
Lucifer pulls the panties aside and dives in again, his nose digging into your wetness like a starving man who finally found a hot meal. His tongue creeps out of his mouth and licks your folds up and down, the taste of you sending his senses into overdrive. Your hand grips his scalp and he immediately slaps it away without moving from your pussy.
“You’re not allowed to do that until I say so.”
You pull your hand away and instead grip the sheets lateral to your figure. Your toes curl as he laps away at your wetness, his nose constantly poking your clit in a seemingly teasing manner.
“Please, my Lord! I need more!”
“And what do I get in return?” He murmurs against your flesh, his words were all over the place as he gets drunk off of your sex.
“Please! I’ll do anything! I just need more, please!”
Anything? His cock throbs in his trousers, begging to be released. You had no idea what you had just agreed to. But you didn’t care right now, you need him to please you.
As soon as you told him you would do anything in return, his tongue swiftly moves to lap at your clit. The sensation makes you inhale sharply and throw your head back on the bed. Your hands grow sweatier the tighter you gripped the sheets, dampening them. Your legs trembled with every kiss, lick, and suck Lucifer’s mouth provided your sweetest spot.
Your clit throbbed and throbbed while your breathing turned into desperate pants. You have never felt pleasure like this before and you felt like you were about to explode.
Lucifer can sense it too, his tongue thrashing at your clit at the steady pace he knows you have adjusted to. More of your arousal coats his tongue and lips, and you let out a loud moan as something erupted within you. A feeling of warmth envelopes you as your sex gushes out all over Lucifer’s face. You look down at the explicit sight, slightly flustered at what you just did.
Lucifer licked his lips and stood on his knees before you. He unbuttons his trousers and pulls them off of his legs.
His cock was freed and you gape at the sight of it. The tip of it was flushed and swollen. Lucifer strokes it slowly with his right hand, letting the precum trickle from the tip.
“See what you do to me?” He growls your name as he strokes himself for a short while longer. He kneels closer to you and positions the head of his cock at your entrance.
A wave of anxiety engulfs you. “Wait! I don’t think I’m prepared.”
“You’re more than ready enough.” He grunts and pushes the tip into your entrance. Fuck, he thinks as he feels some resistance. He looked at your anxious expression and couldn’t help but let out a moan.
“Look at me while I fuck you,” he growls as your pussy swallows his cock. He feels himself twitch from the sensation of your warm and wet tightness around him. His hips begin to thrust slowly, forwards and back.
“Fuck…” Lucifer holds your legs up and places them on his shoulders as he thrusts in and out of you.
You felt so full, grimacing from the small pinching sensation you feel from being entered for the first time. You looked up at the man before you, his mouth agape and panting as he restrains himself from overwhelming you.
“F-Faster…” You breathe out, wanting to please him.
Lucifer didn’t even bother making sure that you really wanted that as he began to pump his hips against yours faster.
“Touch yourself,” he tightens his grip on your thighs as his pace quickens even more. The sounds of skin against skin was more noticeable now. You obliged him and started playing with your clit, the stimulation from both inside and out made you gasp. Your finger rubbed your clit in small, circular motions. You were still so wet, coating your fingertips in your slick.
Lucifer’s hips began slamming into yours, he holds onto your legs tighter to steady himself as he rams into you. Your fingers circle your clit faster as you feel a second orgasm approaching. “My Lord, I’m going to cum!”
“Then cum, dearest.” He gives your ass an encouraging slap, his thrusting remained unrelenting.
You feel yourself explode internally as a second wave of pleasure crashes down on you. Your walls clench securely around his cock, which throbs in anticipation of his own release. His grunts become more frequent as he gets closer and closer.
“I’m going to fill you up so good!” He presses your legs down where they almost touch your chest and thrusts deeply into you. He repeatedly hits your sweet spot from this position, not giving you the option to calmly ride out your orgasm.
“Ah! My Lord!” Your hands find their way to his smooth, taut back and dig their nails into his flesh. He groans from the sting and his thrusts get increasingly sloppier. He felt like he was going to burst.
“Fuck!” He cries out as he thrusts his seed into you. You feel your walls being filled and stretched simultaneously, making you cry out with him. Once he finishes emptying inside of you, he pulls out. His cock was still erect even after his own orgasm.
“We’re not done here.” He pulls you up onto your knees with him and casually strokes his cock again, pleasing himself with a combination of both of your fluids.
“Clean me up.” He uses his other hand to push your head down towards his cock.
“But, I’ve never-”
“Shut it and clean me up.” Lucifer’s tone left no room for discussion. You lowered yourself with your face right in front of his cock, getting on all fours on the mattress. Your hand replaced his as you stroked him off.
“Just like that, dear.” Lucifer groans and watches your amateur hand work his cock.
You keep stroking his shaft, letting the flesh pull away from the head and back before licking him up and down. Lucifer lets out another groan, encouraging you to keep doing what you’re doing.
“Now put it in your mouth.”
You inhale and exhale before you pull the tip down towards your mouth and start sucking on it. You had no idea how to describe the taste, you suppose it was just like skin. His hand creeps towards the back of your head and forces you to move downwards. His cock slides further into your warm, wet mouth and almost hits the back of your throat. You inhale sharply and shut your eyes, tears falling from the corners of them.
Lucifer swipes at a tear falling down your cheek with his thumb before bringing it to his lips. He moans at the saltine flavor of your anguish, he’s got to have more of that. He grips the braid on the back of your head and twists it around his hand, tugging at your scalp.
“Ahh…” You groan from the painful stimuli.
“Come on dearest, suck it faster than that.” He bobs your head up and down his cock faster. The tip of it hits the back of your throat everytime causing you to gag. Saliva accumulates and drips down your chin from the corner of your mouth. A disgusting, erotic sight.
“Yes!” Lucifer hisses and grabs your head with both of his hands now. His hips begin to thrust, pistoning his cock back and forth in your mouth. Gagging sounds, grunts, and squelches fill the air in an erotic symphony. More tears spill down your cheeks and dribble down your chin, mixing in with your spit. He temporarily moves one hand from the back of your head to lightly slap your cheek.
“You’re so good at this, my dear. Taking my cock like a good servant.”
He thrusts one final time, holding his length in your throat and watches as you gag on it. A sadistic smile spreads across his lips as he pinches your nostrils, not allowing you to breathe while you struggle. You twitched and struggled in his grip from the lack of air. The heat rising to your face as you suffered. After a few moments, he lets go and pulls his cock out of your mouth. Leaving you to greedily gasp for air.
He strokes himself and spills his hot seed on your face, the fluid spurting out his cock and leaving streaks of white on your skin. You have your eyes closed so none of it gets into your eyes.
“Such a good fucking girl,” he leans down and gives you a sloppy kiss. Tasting your spit and his precum on his lips. He pulls away from you, breaking a line of spit that connected the two of you together.
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“You don’t have to go back to your private quarters.” Lucifer buttons his trousers again as you put on a newly sewn uniform made by one of the maids.
“Oh. I don’t want to impose, my Lord.” You say hurriedly, as you redo your braid in the mirror nearby. It was loosened when he essentially made you gag on him.
“Impose?” Lucifer chuckles as he watches you redo your hair. “You’re my handmaiden, this is your job.”
“Besides this was only a taste of the things you’d be doing, my dearest.” Lucifer tilts his head to the side, analyzing you as you finish braiding your hair. A smirk spreads across his face as he watches your expression shift in the reflection of the mirror.
“A taste?”
“Mhm,” Lucifer hums, relishing in the dread that he is causing you. “You were inexperienced after all, but not for long. I didn’t want to scare you.”
“Oh.” Was all that you could muster. He pretty much almost suffocated you earlier, you were sure you would be overstepping your limits there. But, it’s not like you could deny him of what he wants. You recalled the story of the chef, you remembered seeing people dragged into torture chambers for their disobedience, and then you remembered your gossipy companion in the kitchens. You play with your fingers before asking.
“May I ask you something, my Lord?”
Lucifer nods.
“What happened to the woman, another maid, that worked with me to help clean up the kitchen?”
“I moved her chatty ass to work outside with the livestock.” Lucifer lays back on the plush cushions against the headboard.
“Chatty?”
“Yes, chatty. I’ve been told that you never responded to her when she initiated conversation.”
“Well, yes. I didn’t want to engage in petty gossip about our Lord.”
Lucifer smirks, showing off his pearly whites. “Obedient and loyal? I knew I liked you.”
That comment earned him a small smile from you. “That is good to know, my Lord.”
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The following weeks passed by in a blur. According to your blonde-haired companion, you have been the source of gossip among the staff. You could only guess who initiated it and spread it around.
Nonetheless, you have been enjoying your time as Lucifer’s closest handmaiden. You didn’t listen to those who called you names, such as a bitch or a concubine. Because at the end of the day, you were the one who slept next to him on most occasions and satisfied his seemingly endless desires.
Lucifer was absolutely serious about your first time with him being a mere taste of what was to come. Your activities with him were not limited to his bedroom. He took you wherever he pleased, including in his bath, on his throne for the guards below to listen to, or even in the barn for the livestock to bare witness to.
You learned that Lucifer was a man with an insatiable appetite in accompany with his prideful, sadistic demeanor. You recall many times where you were overstimulated or pushed way past your limits while being in bed with him. He would relish in your tears, taking the liberty to lick them fresh off of your cheeks. Whenever you would slip and refer to him with only his first name, he would make sure that action would not go unpunished. Sometimes, he would keep his gloves on when he spanked your ass and slapped your tits. Other times, he would leave to retrieve what he calls his whip of love.
Although, Lucifer would start taking care of you after your sessions. He would take the time to personally run you a bath, give you a massage, or get the chefs to make you a nice meal. He would even fetch a new uniform for you after demolishing your previous ones.
You also bared witness to another side of Lucifer. The way his eyes glimmered with fondness when his siblings visited, especially his sister Lilith. The same man whose hands bore the blood of mortals who dared crossed him, gently patted his sisters head whenever she did something he was proud of. Even though he can be a bit cruel to his brothers, he has a responsibility as the eldest sibling to make sure things run smoothly among them. He only wants what is best for them.
One day, you lay next to Lucifer in bed as he reads one of his favorite novels. Chopin plays in the background from a gramophone in the corner, replacing the sounds of moaning and sex that permeated the air only a few minutes ago. Moonlight enveloped the candlelit interior of the bedroom, illuminating the silken sheets and your flush bodies in the afterglow of your session.
Lucifer eventually closes the book on a particular page and sets it aside before turning to you.
“You’re not going to leave too, are you?” Lucifer crosses his arms, his red eyes bore into yours after he takes off his black reading glasses.
The question was so sudden that you couldn’t conjure up a response. You blink once. “What do you mean, my Lord?”
“The other handmaidens before you, they couldn’t handle the lifestyle much longer. So, they conspired to escape.” Lucifer looks away temporarily before he continues. “I had to punish them you know? I bring people into my temple and expect obedience and loyalty, not secret plots behind my back or excuses to leave.”
“You wouldn’t do that to me, would you?” Lucifer’s eyes gleam with curiosity, his pupils dilate as if he is scanning your inner framework. Searching your soul for an answer before you can give him one.
You’d be lying if you said you didn’t think about escaping at least once, especially at the beginning. Admittedly, Lucifer can be a bit much. He is a perfectionist, arrogant, sadistic, and strict at times. But, he trusts you. He provided you a lifestyle that others don’t have access to.
Contemplating for a bit, you shake your head ‘no’ in response. Finalizing your decision, you say it out loud. “No, I won’t.”
Lucifer gives you a toothy grin and suddenly grabs your wrist. He uses one of his magical abilities to leave a mark on your skin, his horns suddenly appeared when he did this. His wings expanded from his back and covered the entire headboard. The prominent black diamond reflected in the candlelight from his forehead.
The marks burns and you wince, trying to yank your arm away but he won’t budge. You watch as a peculiar symbol forms on your wrist where it burns. It resembled several diamonds put together, much like the shape on his forehead.
“Good girl.” Lucifer holds you close to him as the burning sensation subsides. You clutch your arm to your body, watching as the symbol cools off and glows on your wrist. A symbol of your pact; your promise with Lucifer that you will never leave him.
“Because from now on, you’re mine.”