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It’s been a good while since I left Pride to ‘find myself’. Really to just have a moment to think and feel without Lucifer or Vox’s influence. Regardless of how much I miss both of them, it’s honestly really nice to just relax with Verosika like we would in the past. Before the attempted takeover, before we had that falling out, before I even met Vox. It’s a bit nostalgic.
We lounge back comfortably on her couch, the TV flickering with a movie. I’m laid back first. She’s half against me, half against the back of the couch, resting her head on my shoulder. On my stomach sits a bowl of popcorn, mostly eaten by now, but we still fish out the small parts of fluffy popcorn, or just chew on the kernels.
But Verosika seems to have had enough of that as well. She pulls her hand from the bowl, and wipes the buttery sweetness off on her lounging sweater before tucking her hand beneath the inside of my leg, just over my knee, for warmth.
It is pretty chilly in here, but I thought it was just me. I’m used to Pride, which is a bit on the warmer side of Hell. No where near as hot as Wrath, but still, Lust is pretty chill comparatively. But if she’s cold too, then at least I’m not alone. I hear her little huff of amusement before she speaks.
“So…” She begins, and I glance down at her. She looks up at me, cheek barely squished against my shoulder. “You never told me much about Lucifer?”
I smile at the name, looking back at the screen to feign disinterest. “I thought the rule was to not talk about either of them?”
“You can’t break that rule,” Verosika confirms. “But I can. And I’m curious! Obviously I’m curious!”
I breathe out small laughter and lean up temporarily, moving the popcorn bowl on the coffee table before laying back down. Although she doesn’t lay back against my side, and stays sitting up to look down at me, expectantly.
“Tch,” I laugh, catching it in my throat. “What?”
“God, Raze, you’re not this clueless,” Verosika laughs. She turns towards me more. “What’s The King of Hell like in bed?”
I simply smile and shrug, tucking an arm behind my head as I look back at the movie. “Good.”
It’s silent, and the silence makes my smile grow. After a beat, I look back at Verosika, who’s less than pleased at my vague answer. She’s fighting back her smile, but she’s still annoyed.
“You’re about to piss me off,” She states.
I laugh, and she moves, throwing her leg over my waist to straddle me. Her hands reach up, manually turning my face towards her instead of the TV.
I hum and pretend to think about it. “You get…three questions.”
“Fuhuck off!” Verosika laughs. “Tell me everything!”
I simply cross my arms, smiling up at her. It’s clear I’m not budging on the rule. She groans and gives in. Her eyes idly wander the room around us, trying to think of a few good ones. Finally, she glances back down at me, smirking.
“Is he big?”
I smile brightly. “He is…perfectly big.” I answer, happily reminiscing. “No pain and all just…amazing.”
Verosika scoffs, glaring down at me, but there’s no real malice. “Lucky bitch…”
She hums to herself, trying to think of another question. I shift beneath her, folding my other arm behind my head, watching with a smile as the thoughts come and go behind her eyes. She glances down at me. But just then, it seems to fully register to her that she’s straddling my lap. Her thighs that aren’t covered by her shorts, are pressed warmly against the soft fabric of my own sweater. She idly lowers her hands, fidgeting with the hem of my sweater, her eyes on me.
“Is he a good kisser?” She asks her second question, more curious.
I nod, eyes landing on a stray piece of string on her thigh. My hand moves automatically, plucking it up, before lightly smoothing off her skin. Verosika’s eyes watch as my hand retreats back behind my head. Then she meets my eyes, nodding up to me.
“Details.”
My smile quirks up. “Ummm…it usually starts off slow and kinda shy, like he’s always worried he’s gonna cross a line.” I explain, running a hand through my hair. “But then it picks up, and you just…feel everything.” I muse, eyes lingering at the fond memory.
Verosika chews the inside of her cheek, unsure if she’s more jealous of me…or more jealous of Lucifer. Her thumb slips subtly underneath my sweater, the pad of her thumb lightly grazing over the skin on my lower stomach. I feel it, but I keep my gaze on her eyes. Though her own attention lingers at my sweater. I watch the unreadable thoughts pass through her expression, before a shy little smile quirks at her lips.
“How many questions do I have for you?” She asks, her eyes flitting up mine.
I shrug, idly bringing one arm down to my side, my hand resting against the warmth of her thigh. Only this time, I leave it there.
“As many as you want,” I answer playfully.
Her confidence grows slightly. She tucks her chin in, squinting at me.
“...Can you show me?” She asks, resting her hands on my stomach over my sweater.
I tilt my head, blinking in faux confusion. “Show you…what?”
Verosika huffs, lightly batting my hand on her thigh. “How he kisses.”
I squint, the small smile betraying my act. “Like…call him up to kiss you? Or…like a demonstration or something?”
Verosika’s becoming more flustered. She knows I know what she means, and she knows I’m smiling about it. But she also knows I’m waiting for her to say it. She scoffs and leans down, holding my face. She swallows her pride, giving in without so much as a fight.
“Raze.” She states, looking into my eyes, but I still see the blush on her cheeks. “I want you to kiss me.”
“Ohhhhhh,” I taunt, pretending to realize. “You want me to show you how Lucifer kisses. See, I didn’t know that’s what you–”
“Shut the fuck up,” Verosika smiles, and clashes her lips with mine.
My other arm drops, resting on her other thigh as I push into the kiss. I lean into it, slowly sitting up against her. My hands trail up her thighs, beneath the soft fabric of her shorts. The fabric bunches up as I move my touch higher, firmly gripping her hips to pull her down on me. The slight friction makes her sigh against my mouth. But before she can fully wrap her arms around me, I pull back from the kiss.
She follows after me for a moment, but I press my palm against her chest to keep her apart. Disappointed, but too aroused to openly complain, she looks between my eyes.
“Are you kissing me, or am I kissing you?” I question softly, eyes flitting down to her lips.
She licks them before she swallows, settling down on my lap. She clears her throat, trying to steady herself.
“Okay…how…how does he do it?” Verosika asks.
I smile and lift my hand at once, lightly grazing over her cheek. My eyes linger on her soft lips as I slowly lean in, before I pull her into a soft kiss. Not just ‘kissing’, but actually feeling how our lips feel against each other, how they move. The soft parting sound of kisses, the lack of warmth when they’re apart, then the returning heat when we kiss again.
Verosika nearly melts against me, her hands finding idle purchase on my shoulders. My hand moves from her cheek, to softly rest against the back of her head. My tongue lightly grazes against her bottom lips in between kisses. It was a soft request, but with how quickly she parts her lips, you would’ve thought I demanded it.
My hand behind her head pulls her in, deepening the kiss. Her arms finally coil over my shoulders as my tongue wrestles with her, picking up speed and passion from the slow, tantalizing, loving start. With her arms securing her, I let my hand return to her waist, pulling her over my lap.
She exhales sharply, but that was the rest of her breath. She’s forced to part, breathing steadily to refill her lungs. She looks between my eyes, pupils wide with surprise.
“...He’s–” She clears her throat, lifting a hand to tuck a strand of hair back. “He’s a really good kisser, you’re right.”
I smile, but I’m not done. I lean forward again, kissing her cheek, before pressing more, soft kisses to her neck.
“You know…” I say against her skin. “There’s something else he did that was phenomenal.”
Verosika nearly shudders, but manages to contain most of it…most of it.
“...what?” She asks, nervous and thrilled all at once.
“You have one question left,” I remind her, then bite softly into her neck, sucking on the skin.
She barely stifles her whimper, hands bracing on my arms, revelling in the attention. She has one question left. Whatever she asks, I’ll show her. I’ll do it. It’s all her choice. But despite that fact, why does she feel less in control than ever? Her mind races with her heart, pondering over all the possibilities. But not one thought is actually about Lucifer. She’s thinking over all the other things she wants me to do to her. And each thought sends a spark of excitement through her, each one stronger than the last.
“Was…” Verosika finds herself speaking before she can think. “...he really good at…”
I pull back from marking up her neck, smiling up at her. “At…?”
Verosika sighs through her smile, blushing. I grin and graze my hand beneath her sweater, palming her breast. She immediately arches towards me, resting her forehead against mine as her breathing unsteadies.
“Come on, Baby,” I purr, leaning forward to plant a single kiss on her parted lips. “You’re a succubus, you know how to use your words…”
Verosika cracks her eyes open, twisted pleasure and embarrassment in her gaze. “Was he really good…at eating you out?” She asks bashfully.
I grin wider. “Legendary,” I quote, amusing to no one but myself here.
I move before she can register, scooting back on the couch before laying her down along the couch. My hand behind her head, I lift her slightly up as I fluff a pillow for her to rest on.
“There you go, my little pillow princess,” I tease.
She scoffs up at me, but her heart’s beating fast. “Fuck y–”
I cut her off with my teeth on her neck, biting light but firm, and smoothing over the marks with my wet tongue. My hands roam her waist, pulling her flush against me. Her hands rest behind my back, her hips rolling up towards me, desperate to be pleased.
But I pull away, and pat the side of her thigh as I stand. “Take those cute shorts off,” I say, turning to hurry down the hall. “And the sweater!” I call over my shoulder. “I wanna see them titties when I get back!!”
“Tch, Jesus,” Verosika blushes, shaking her head, amused, as she does just that. “Fucking bitch…”
She tosses her clothes aside, but she’s quickly reminded how cold it is in her place. She hoped I wouldn’t have noticed, but it’s difficult not to. Just another problem with her furnace, no matter how many times she’s tried to get it fixed. But she has a feeling the temperature will be the last thing on her mind in a few moments. But still, that can’t stop her from lifting her knees to her chest for warmth.
I come back from the hall, an eager pep in my step as I tie back my hair with my retrieved ponytail. I smile at her lack of clothes, just like I asked, and press my knee onto the couch, hovering over her. She leans back with me, already spreading her legs to give me room to kneel between her. I press my lips against hers again, one hand keeping me above her, the other pressing against her breast.
She melts into it, sliding down further on the cushions. But unexpectedly, I part the kiss with a small noise.
“Fuck!” I lightly exclaim.
Verosika looks at me in surprise. “What?”
I shake my head and move my kiss to her neck again. “He just…slowly took my clothes off,” I say in between kisses. “I forgot about that part but…I’m not Lucifer…”
I trail off as I trail down her body, kissing down her collar. Her breath hitches as I lick against her breast, sucking on the sensitive flesh.
“I-I’m…okay with that…” She says, voice tight.
I lower myself further, two fingers swiping up her heat. Her hips jerk forward at once, but I’m more surprised at how wet she is.
“Jesus,” I muse, licking my fingers. “You’re wet like it’s not your job to get fucked.”
She blushes madly, eyes narrowing in default defense. “I-I’m not–”
But a choked gasp mutes her words as my tongue slowly swipes up her juices. My hands automatically find her inner thighs, pushing her legs apart the second she tries to close them. She sinks down further on the couch, silently pleading for more. Her back’s arched and tense, but I keep my eyes on her raising breasts as I rub my tongue over her clit. One of my hands leaves her thigh, slowly burying two fingers inside her.
“Hmmmm–” She whines, lifting a hand to thread through her hair, her other grabbing one of my horns to pull me closer.
I flick my tongue over her clit, a cry of pleasure leaving her lips. At once, I curl my fingers inside her with each quickening pump. Her hips roll against my mouth, her legs instinctively closing before I can stop them. My wings spread from my back. The bend of my wings lifting to thread between my head and her legs, before pushing them away. She tries to fight against them, but my wings are stronger than her thighs.
Satisfied by my free reign, I close my lips around her clit, humming against the sensitive bud. My tongue quickly licks over her, flicking over her clit as my fingers repeatedly bury knuckle-deep. Verosika cries out unabashed, still semi-fighting my wings to close her legs from the sensitivity. But despite her legs’ desire to stop me, both of her hands are now on my horns, pulling me desperately closer as she rolls her core against my face.
“Ah~! Hmmmmmffffuck, Go-od, Raze!! Ahh!!” Verosika moans, her voice as beautiful as it is when she sings. Maybe even more beautiful now.
I pull my fingers from her pussy, sucking the sweet juices off. “Mmm,” I hum, licking my lips.
My arms hook beneath her thighs, yanking her onto my face. My tongue dives inside her, licking sinfully up her quivering walls. One of my hands reaches over her thigh, my thumb rubbing slow but firm circles over her clit.
Her tail coils over my wrist. “R-Raze, Fuck! Ra-haze, please, pleasepl–”
Her pussy tightens over my tongue, and I know she’s about six seconds away from cumming. I uncoil my arm from her thigh to bury my fingers back inside her needy, dripping entrance, my tongue rapidly flicking over her clit.
Her cry is breathless, raspy, her voice cracking as she screams to the ceiling. Back arched, legs tense and shaking, hands tight on my horns, her orgasm comes crashing down. I quickly switch, my hand rubbing rapidly against her clit as my lips meet her quivering entrance again. She cries out again, beautifully, as her cum squirts out of her cunt, only to spill into and over my mouth.
“AHh! FFFUCKK!!” She writhes, gasping desperately as she desperately tries to push me away from her overly sensitive core.
Green chains, licked with green fire, wrap around her wrists before pulling them taut above her head. My wings still block her legs from closing, and I happily continue my feast. She’s nearly crying. Hell, she might be actually. It sounds like it at least. But despite her desperation to breathe, she can’t help but push her core further onto my mouth.
I bury my fingers deep inside her, and keep them there as I repeatedly curl inside her hot walls. My tongue licking soft and innocently over her clit in comparison. The overstimulation proves to be too much, and far too soon, she comes on my fingers again. She quakes, whimpering desperately as I help her ride it out.
This time, I let up, and pull my fingers from her core. I lick her taste off, before sending one last, slow, flat-tongued swipe up her folds. Her hips buck at the sensitivity, but I sit back on my heels on the couch.
The chains flicker away, freeing her. She sits up at once, holding herself up on her palms beside her. Her hair’s a mess, or makeup has run down her cheeks with tears, there’s a deep blush on her cheeks, and her pupils are blown wide.
She crawls forward at once, pushing me down next. I let her, and fall back on the couch with a laugh.
“I’m gonna kill you,” is the first thing she can come up with to say in her lust-clouded mind.
I lick my sharp teeth, lightly grabbing her chin between my pointer and thumb. “You are delicious, Ver…”
She nearly shudders, but she definitely shudders when my tail creeps up between her legs, rolling back and forth between her folds. She sighs and grinds back and forth. Her eyes lightly open again, looking over my face.
“God, I missed you…” She breathes softly.
I smile and wrap my arms around her, pulling her into a kiss. Flames flicker around us, and the world shifts. Suddenly, we land on the soft fur of her pink bedsheets.