Fucking Someone To The Point They Go From Talking Back And Being Bratty To Being A Nonverbal Whimpering

If I keep a toy inside while out and about, I can cheat the system.

There was a particular kind of suffering when she did that roll. Hmn. Hand coming off her neck and settling onto her shoulder. Fuck. What was he saying?

Doing?

Something with her body, probably. He took to kissing the back of her neck. Then down along her spine. Forgetting he was supposed to be holding her down. Mumbling against skin. "Beautiful, bossy, Irene." Mused to himself more than anything. "Pretty in heels. Pretty in a throne."

Doesn't take much more than a sliding push of a hand to get her panties down around her thighs. And same hand up between them to stroke hot little center there. Forgot to take off his gloves. He'd remember eventually.

“Oh you’re so funny. Pouring my heart out and you’re making jo-AH!” Irene squeaks as he closes the distance, spinning her around and pushing her into the bed. In her surprise she had let go of his tie, hands now gripping the sheets as she arched her back to press her ass more against the grinding hard on. It wasn’t fair how much the little display of power and dominance turned her on.

She’d attempt to lift her head, just a little bit to give him a tiny bit of sass as she tilts it to the side so she can look up at him with a snarky grin until he followed up his love comment. Her cheeks turn bright red and she’d let her gaze fall.

“M-My love sounds wonderful..” She stammers before the rest of his words bring the fire back to her. She’d tilt her head up, smiling again and giving a long languid roll of her hips against him. Suffer. “I think I do quite like that…besides that what can I say? You know how needy I can get…Nothing that you can’t solve~”

What I wanted is my Pride and pride back. [In a complex and layered way.

If he'd just...cooperate. As if Pride could read his mind. As it was, he hardly knew what he was looking for exactly.

Lucifer was constantly penned up that way. Water tight. Took a lot to spring a leak in him.

When Pride reached for the sunglasses, his own hand slowly slid down to Pride's neck. Those hands really had a way of getting all the way around things like arms and necks and even legs. He didn't squeeze, but it is a warning.

Pride could take them off. But he would have to be mindful what he found.]

[It was hard for Lucifer to look at what Pride tried to show him.

If nothing else he had always been 'light-bringer'. Even when his halo had turned into something of a black hole after the Fall. Until recently--he'd started giving off light around his edges again. Like a secret.

That wasn't what he was here to think about. He was back to being where he could look at Pride's mouth while he was speaking. He didn't sense a Lie, he realized, after a moment. Pride really did think he was Top Tier Hot Shit.

Still did. A shiver traveled up his spine, unbidden. He hid that with a trace of thumb pad over Pride's lips when he finished speaking. Pride though he was powerful and a force to reckon. At least right now. And back then.

There's another undercurrent to what Pride was telling him. He'd bow, would he? Kneel, too, he bet. Maybe not in front of anyone other than him. He knew that sentiment. Lucifer could count on one hand how many times he'd gotten on his own knees. Willingly, at least. It's a powerful notion that Lord of Boundless Ego himself would bow.

He almost hated this was working.]

Is that how you would talk to me if I fucked you against that wall? [He flicked a look toward said nearby wall then back to Pride's face again. Or would the praise be much more raw and personal, he wondered.]

Expression went soft. Shivering hard between the words, the bite, and the firm strokes through already wet spotted boxer-briefs. Breath warm and heavy on her shoulder.

She was intense. When she wanted to be.

Though the sudden flagging confident made him chuckle, slightly winded. One day he'd get her to stop second guessing herself. For now, he inhaled sharp through her bite before he was up near her ear again. Offering a quiet placating groan of pleasure before speking,

"My word is feather. There are few things you can do to me that I won't like." He kissed the spot between her shoulder and throat. Dragging teeth into skin a little. "I don't get on my knees. Unless I choose to." That was the hard limit. Aside form some standards about hygiene and bodily functions. Functional knee use, like now, obviously didn't count.

He hoped that gave her some confidence.

Lucifer sat back some and started removing clothing articles that weren't needed. All the ones except for the tie~ That she seemed to love pulling. "You do seem to like this body best." A smug tease as composure returned for a moment. Bringing her her hands to his skin on his chest and torso. "I know you want to tell me what do to. Tell me. Do I need to help you get strapped up, love? Do I need to lay down and prep while you get ready?" Encouraging her to be herself.

That's all he'd ever wanted. All that made him love her. All that got him so hard as he was right now.

“What if I want all of the above?” Irene whispers against his throat, finally getting his belt buckle free and pulling it loose before launching the entire belt across the room. It had angered her, daring to stand in the way of her and the treasure she sought. The pants were next, unbuttoned and unzipped so she could slip her hand inside.

“I’m going to put it on, then I want to watch you fuck yourself on it. I wanna hear my name on your lips when you cum.” She bites his neck, leaving a nice little mark. “Then it’ll be my turn to ride you and ooh am I going to ride you. Then when I can’t move anymore, fuck me like you’re trying to give our baby a brother.”

She strokes him through his underwear, biting his neck again before pausing. “Ah, if that’s okay of course. I want you badly but not enough to make you uncomfortable…and you can choose form. I’ll fuck both…but if you’re going to switch to the other form, we gotta make sure we put the tie on. I want it to stay on.”

"My, my." He did tease. He was going to tease just a little. Make sure she came out the other side spicy. "Didn't even need to touch nothin'." Clit or inside bundle of nerves. It was cute. In that deplorable way things are cute.

He was delightedly ego stroked. Letting her insides milk at his fingers until she settled down and his hand was coated. "Must've really left you unattended too long." A lazy hum while he eased fingers out. Letting her go a moment to peel gloves off and toss them away.

Followed by giving her a roll onto her back where he could comfortably lean over her and give her the begged for kiss. Deep and lingering with plenty of passion laced and passed along her tongue until he knew he'd leave her a tad breathless. "Alright, all yours now, 'Rene."

As promised.

Irene mewls her protest at having her efforts to touch him thwarted, made worse by the fact that he had stopped rubbing her clit. She’d slick herself against his finger in defiance as he captured her hand behind her back, giving him a bit of a dirty look.

“Lucife-ah~!” Her whine is cut off by a small gasp as he sinks those gloved fingers into her, eyes rolling up some as her free hand curled in the sheets. She’d supply him with plenty of sound, moans falling as easily as the wet shlicks made by his fingers. She’d press more against his hand, her walls clenching more around his fingers as he spoke of being all hers.

“Yes yes oh Lucifer yes!” She cries, head thrown back in bliss. She whimpers, attempting to look back at him before just burying her face into the blankets as her legs began to squeeze together. She could feel it coiling in her belly, her legs shaking with the effort as she tried to fight the feeling. She didn’t want to cum already! It’d undoubtedly stoke his ego far more than it needed and she could almost already hear the teasing about how needy she was for him.

However there was only so much she could do in the face of a force of nature and with a cry into the bed and a jerk of her body, she fell into the crashing wave of endorphins. Her body trembled, walls clenching rhythmically against his fingers with small pulsing squirts of slick soaking his wrist and palm. Irene lifts her head to make a soft needy noise towards him, wordlessly begging for kisses as her legs twitched.

It's the most he's taken. It's so much. He hadn't known he could take that much and not be damaged. He was actually going inside.

It's different than when he was out of host taking something big.

Diet kept knocking air out of him when his hips came in close. Which made the following whine of loss sound chocked. Only to cry out again when he came back.

He's good. He's good he'sgood he'sgood! He's a good boy when he wants to be. His eye corners were wet and burning. He had no idea if he could take a fucking knot--but all he could think was that he wanted it. He wanted to be good and get it. At least when the forward thrusts didn't blot his entire brain out with a mix of pain and pleasure.

Dietrich was pleased by the reaction. "Making such pretty noises for me," he muttered, dragging a thumb over the marks on the Fallen's thigh. Wouldn't pull the now-freed hand back yet, figured he needed a little something as he slowly pressed his cock inside until it was about three quarters of the way there.

Then he'd start pulling back, slow and decadent and driving himself a little mad with the sensation. Once he was almost back to the head, he'd press back in, building up a little increase in the pace with each thrust back and forth.

"Taking cock so well so far... going to stretch you out on knot, if stay good."

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Hnk! [The thud of the back of his head into table was to distract from the way his dick just twitched. The bite had just been searing. All one enhanced burst of visceral sensation, pain and pleasure indistinguishable. Even broken skin didn't make a different.

Not a context that made him want to suppress the intimate reaction, either. Not entirely. Just a bit out of stubbornness and pride at most.

There was a dotted spot of wetness to his trousers by then. And his abdomen fluttered under the tongue.

Mouth had gone a little dry. Realizing that Diet never intended to jump any guns, but seemed to want to torture him with this. He had regrets floating around somewhere in his head.]

[ He would shred one of them one day. When he got one of the ones Lucifer didn't care about so much.

But the Fallen was being real good for him right now. Could see that hard line in his trousers, flattered, really, and would let his smaller front teeth seize that perked nipple between them, little harder than he would for a standard human. Flicked his tongue over it before letting it go.

Continuing down. Letting his big, warm, fluffy head rest right over Lucifer's boner, tongue swiping along the Fallen's stomach, through the hair there. ]