thesupersmeller | OOM: A Date With the Devil (Literally)

Lust. He swallows hard, his fingers twitching on the small tie as the increasingly familiar heat washes over over him again.

Dominate... use... never had the words had that effect on him. Did he really want it? Or was he buying into the seductress telling him that he did? It didn't matter.

He was going for it.

With his good hand, he gives a slight tug at the tie, sealing his fate. He doesn't wait for the fabric to fall away - and he knows it will - before pushing close and wrapping his arm around her shoulders to quickly untie the opposite side.

Boldness is not his strong suit, in fact... pretty much the opposite. And yet, he trails his fingers once more down the slope of her back without hesitation - finding the small metal zip as he had back in the restaurant.

If the lady insists... a gentleman wouldn't turn her down, would he?

Just a woman, Gus.

Nothing else, nothing more, and you know what is really interesting about being The Devil? You can tell universal truths, private truths, world-shattering secrets, and nobody believes you. You don't have to hide anything, because people just assume it's yet another layer of falsehood. Tomorrow, you will think the same, and maybe you will be right.

Tomorrow she might have a talon on your soul.

Tonight, the dress falls sliding along her body to pool around her ankles, leaving the woman wearing only stockings and those high heels. Just that. Tonight, her hands move as well, to undo his clothes in turn, even if removing them will be less dramatic. She could make it more dramatic, but why spook him and undo all her work?

Oh my...

Another small whine catches in his throat, but he remains steady; staring only a moment - thoroughly enchanted by her beautiful form and bold sensuality. Lust... the very embodiment.

The gentle tug of fingers on the buttons of his shirt brings him crashing back to the situation; "Let me..." His body flushes hot, his skin prickling with goose flesh and responding to even the gentlest of touches. It's impetuous, wild... and so far out of his comfort zone he doesn't have the slightest idea what to do.

"I hope it's not your first time seeing a woman naked, dear." Out of comfort zone is exactly where she likes to keep people.

While he is busy with the shirt, Lucifer's hands dip towards his belt, button and fly, among other reasons because she likes that helpless whine sound he made.

Swallowing back another squeak, he nods eagerly. "Oh, no... no... just..." he lets out a low groan, feeling the tug at his belt. "Not quite like this..."

When her skilled hands made work of his fly, his brain takes the hint and forces him back into motion. Taking bold steps forward, he hooks his arm around her soft hip and murmurs; "We should take this to bed."

"Oh, really?" She will re-do his pants' button, just so they do not fall and trip Gus. Stepping out of the dress pooled around her ankles, Lucifer lets the man guide her to the bedroom.

The slow down is enough to collect his wits again and guides her with his strong arm towards the immaculately kept bedroom where his bed is made (thankfully not with the Thundercats sheets they'd had the day before but a nice neutral navy)and waiting for them.

"Is this okay?" He asks, backing her into the side of the mattress.

Her answer? Kiss Gus' chest, trail kisses around a bit, smile up to him with that impish expression of hers. "Is this okay? I have plenty more where it came from." Her hands will re-undo the man's pants, and she will help him out of shoes, socks, and...

...everything else, really. Careful so he does not bump his injured arm.

Determined, his hand trails over her shoulders and down her chest to gently caress over her bare breasts - handling her as though she were fire incarnate.

"It's... good," he nods, nervously stepping out of his clothes before pushing close against her, guiding her to sit at the edge of the bed - trying like hell not to feel self-conscious about being naked in the same room as a beautiful woman and very clearly liking what he sees.

"This is good..."

"Oh, good." The Devil smiles, leaning in to kiss Gus' chest. "I was hoping so."

"Now, dear, why don't you lay back, relax, and let me show you all the nice naughty tricks I've learned from being the incarnation of Lust?"

He knows his nerves are showing just as much as his arousal, and somewhat tenatively he crawls up onto his bed, keeping his arms close to his body as eh curls up on his side.

"What sort of tricks?"

He's genuinely curious - and not the least bit frightened of her so much as the very high likelihood things weren't going to last very long in his state.

"Well, fellatio that lasts an hour or more, exotic positions and techniques that make the kama sutra read like a cheap softcore magazine..." She crawls into the bed, over to him. "Or, we could just cuddle until you relax a bit, honey. You seem just about to... explode." The Devil winks, laying down close. "After tonight, you'll know things that will make any woman worship the ground you tread on."

Gus' eyes went wide, almost innocent looking as his body flushing hot at the words.

"I will?" He breathes, a slight moan catching in his throat as she climbs over him, the dull throb increasingly more difficult to ignore.

"Just a little... you know... it's been a while and..." He stumbles over his own thoughts, partially entranced by the seductress, partially losing himself to the frequent combination of nerves and arousal.

She nods, and slides down his body, kissing Gus' chest and trailing her lips lower, lower, tracing the lines of his muscles, breathing in his scent. "It has been... quite a while for me too."

Quite.

Trying hard to focus more on her words than the gentle press of her lips down his chest toward certain humiliation in his mind, he nods slowly.

"What? You?" He breathes, "I can't believe you even have to try to get what you want."

"Me." She nods, pausing as... oh, right, his manhood rests neatly and snugly in the warmth of her cleavage. "Sincerely, how many men would do anything but be suspicious and make assumptions? Nobody stops to think even a fallen angel has needs..."

Another high pitched whine escapes his throat when he feels the shift of skin against skin - trying not to make a fool of himself.

"They don't get it..." he exhales sharply, eyes half lidded; "just because you're a little different..." And scary, very scary... but also exciting in a way that's entirely too much for him to handle.

She takes the 'cue' and moves further down. "Might sound weird, but I don't like lying to get laid." And then her lips capture the tip of Gus' shaft, and her mouth engulfs it, warm and moist. She slides down, taking the whole length in, her tongue caressing the underside.

If he seems about to explode, she squeezes a bit at the base with her fingers, making the sensations go down enough.

Not yet, Gus.

OhGodOhGodOh...

A loud whine merges with a heady moan and Gus' fingers claw into the duvet as the impossibly warm heat wraps around him, the sharp tug of her hand squeezing tight around the base is barely enough to hold him back when he brushes the back of her throat.

"Yeah?" He asks weakly, sounding as though he might possibly cry; "I... I appreciate that honesty..."

"You're welcome." She grins, lifting herself, moving up again. "But there is something we need to take care of."

With slow, deliberate moves, Lucifer straddles his body, guiding the man's shaft to enter her; she hovers there a moment, then, lowers her hips to engulf him whole, letting out a low, deep moan of pure bliss. She is... perfect... snug and warm and firm, and moist, the sensation all too familiar but unique at the same time.

Lust.

Lust has him, in the most simple and sinful way.

When the woman - Lucifer he reminds himself with a certain amount of guilt - pulls away with that word business, his stomach sinks and panic begins to set in. What would she possibly want from him? Was he too far gone to stop himself?

And then she's on top of him, guiding him against her sex, and it's like nothing he has ever felt before - even with Demeter it had been sweet and slow and tender, this is pure and unadulterated need for him. He needs her, needs to please her and seize control.

Hot with lust and raw desire, he surges up against her hard and wraps his good hand in her soft hair. Gripping tight, he tugs her down to him for a hard kiss and before he's even aware of what he's doing, he rolls her down to the mattress and takes full charge - thrusting hard and unrestrained against her.

Without a word, the frightened bunny is gone and he's unleashed a whole new desire.

To say that reaction surprised The Devil would be both a lie and an understatement.

To say it is very welcome, well... is nothing but the truth.

She actually resists a little bit, just to feel his dominant shift better, and once pinned down, moans loudly into his mouth, delighted with an undertone of begging and pleading. Lucifer wraps legs around his hips, inviting him to do as he pleases, at the same time putting her arms above her head submissively.

She likes it, very much.

It's like nothing he's ever felt before; to be in control of someone, let alone to know who the woman so pliant underneath him is. "Yes..." He growls against her lips, pushing himself with slow, hard thrusts against her pelvis.

He needs it, needs to feel her feminine power underneath him as he gives her exactly what she had asked for. Forcing back the urge, attempting to stave himself off as long as he can, he presses her with even more demanding deep kisses.

Under him, under his control... restrained and subdued, for him to take and have and use. Lucifer gives once more that long, deep needy moan ending on a submissive note, begging Gus for more.

More.

More...

He'll regret it in the morning, probably regret all of it, but he shifts closer and braces himself on her chest with his sling - trying like hell to keep his wrist safe as he feels control slipping away with every slap of skin against skin. Still, he digs down hard against her chest for even more leverage - slamming the thick wooden headboard against the wall.

"Close... Close..." He moans into her mouth, the whimper replaced with a growl. Dizzy, but thrilled, he catches her lower lip between his teeth hand then closes his free hand around both of her wrists and squeezes them together as hard as he can.

Mine

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