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“Alright, toots, here is where I keep the goods,” Angel purrs before pulling you inside a massive walk-in closet.

 As the light clicks on it looks like you have been transported to the Lust Ring merchant district.

Shelves and shelves of every toy imaginable stand illuminated in their individual spots. Light reflects off their pristine boxes. It looks like a small warehouse, rather than Angel’s second closet.

While his room has a certain disorganized charm, this closet looks like a stocker’s wet dream, ironic given the items that line the counters. It is the most wonderfully organized collection you have ever set eyes on, and you start to falter.

There are rabbit vibes, dildos, bullets, clamps, harnesses, straps, and their accessories.

 The smaller toys are up higher while the larger toys are kept on the lower shelves due to their weight. You knew that pleasure was a market; you just hadn’t thought it was so prolific. Angel smiles as he encourages to walk in further.

“You weren’t kidding when you said that you had everything!” you exclaim, your fox ears perking up with interest as you try to figure out how Angel has everything organized.

“At least two of everything,” announces Angel while holding up two fingers playfully. Sure enough, when you pull a package, you see that there is at least another one identical to it behind it.

“Still, are you sure?” you ask again, and you notice the price tag still attached to the more modest-looking toys. A sleek wand that vaguely resembles a futuristic remote control, not a vibrator. You gently place the box back into place.

“Of course I am. Look, you're my friend, and sharing is caring. Besides, I can always get more of these. Perk of the job, ya know,” winks Angel Dust as he grabs you by the elbow and guides you towards the lower half of the shelves.

“Angel, these are too much!” you exclaim. It isn’t only the price of the items, but their dimensions and shapes that make you assert that. He laughs playfully.

“Which is exactly what you need, if anything, you might need extreme measures if you ever want to move on from Mister OG Dick,” adds Angel.

The mention of your on-and-off-again ex jolts you back into reality.

Earlier that week, in the kitchen. Angel had come back from a job, and you were making yourself one of your masterpiece sandwiches when he walked in.

Angel had looked dead on his feet, and he had always been kind to you during group exercises, so you offered to make him one so he could sit and rest. Even now, most of the other guests looked down their noses at him for his occupation.

“Really? Thanks, y/n,” he squealed, delighted that someone was being so considerate of him.

You had sat companionably, ready to dig in, when you looked around and decided that all that was missing was a soda to complete the meal.

Multiple things happened at once. Angel took a bite of his sandwich and made a noise that sounded far more genuine than any captured on his films.

“Babe, this is the best sandwich I have ever had. You are way too good for that prick,” Angel praised while he took another bite and closed his eyes to savor.

Which is how he missed Adam walking in and zeroing in on your perfect and completely unguarded edible masterpiece. The mention of the word sandwich within earshot had summoned him like a ritual call.

You were still laughing at Angel’s comment, completely unaware of the predator that had encroached on your territory.

“Hey!” Angel screamed and stood up with half of his sandwich in one hand while he attempted to take the second sandwich back from Adam. Angel’s exclamation drew your attention, but by the time you rose holding two cans of soda, Adam had stuffed most of the sandwich in his fat mouth.

“Adam! That wasn’t for you!” you screamed, but he ignored you and kept on walking. The last time that you had chased after him, it had only ended with you in his bed, and you refused to do that again.

“Fucking prick!” Angel screamed at his retreating back.

Angel saw your crestfallen expression and offered you the remains of his sandwich, but you declined and set about making one for yourself again.

 It, unfortunately, wasn’t as good. You didn’t have enough ingredients to make it the way that you liked it. Besides having your sustenance stolen by Adam, it again left a sour feeling in your stomach.

It seemed that you were stuck in an endless cycle of having Adam take and take from you, and the only thing you got was good sex.

Angel kept you company while you ate, and when he asked about your relationship with Adam, you told him everything. It wasn’t the first time that evil boyfriends had come up between you, but it had always paled in comparison with what he survived every day at Valentino’s many hands.

A joke here, a truth there, and everything that you had bottled up came out.

How tired you were of being strung along, used, and abused.

 It was a scenario that Angel Dust was deeply sympathetic to, and he listened to you without judgment. Whenever you had tried to talk to others before, they had told you to stop thinking with your cunt and have some self-respect.

It wasn’t that you didn’t know that; it was just not easy for you to cut off your only source of comfort.

Angel understood and didn’t pass judgment on you. When you told him that you didn’t want to confront Adam because of how your arguments tended to end, he said he understood.

Which is how your impromptu lunch became drinks at the bar.

It did double duty, cheering your mood considerably and keeping you from following Adam upstairs. You were sure that the bastard was waiting for you in his bedroom.

“Rat bastard that one, you’re a sweet girl, with killer kitchen skills, you can do a lot better than him,” Angel commented.

“I know, but his dick is almost like a drug, it’s…”You stammered.

“An a-dick-tion, you could say,” snorted Angel.

“Angel,” you half-laughed, half-groaned at his lame joke. You missed the kind look that Angel gave you; he understood the need to seek sexual satisfaction despite common sense.

“Is his dick really that good?” asked Angel

“Unfortunately, then again, I don’t have your wealth of experience to draw from.”

You admitted. Perhaps Adam wasn’t that good; maybe you needed to go out and meet someone, but that hadn’t worked out for you in the past. The last time that you tried, Adam had followed you, and you ended up ditching your date for a quickie in the club bathroom. The guy before had been so disappointed that you ended up calling Adam up for a good fuck.

“And I don’t recommend it, babe, you lose way more than your lunch with someone like Valentino. Though it sounds like he is more emotionally invested in a relationship with you than you think,” reasoned Angel.

That brought your musings to a stop.

Adam was a jerk, but as the saying goes, better the Devil you know. A new person might be wonderful, but given that this was Hell chances were higher on them being an even worse person with worse dick.

At least with Adam, you were guaranteed a good time. You just wished that he would treat you with a little more respect.

“He doesn’t want more, he doesn’t need more,” you summarized. You didn’t voice that you doubted that you were worth more.

“Wasn’t he super nice to you when you didn’t give him any for a few weeks?” Angel recalled.

“Yeah, but I had been sick for a while and didn’t have the urge, and then he was so nice to me that I thought we were heading in the right direction. Since then, well, you saw what our situation looks like,” you reflected.

“So, all you need to do is hold off until you get him to behave a bit better,” Angel reasoned.

You gave him a look and asked him if Fat Nuggets had started flying around the Hotel, it earned you a sad smile from him.

“I know he’s never going to change, Angel, I am not delusional enough to think that he will treat me well for long. I gave up on that a long time ago.”

“You deserve better, but don’t you want to make him grovel a bit? Make him suffer for all the stuff he’s done?” asked Angel.

“I guess, but so far that has only ended up with me frustrated more than he is. Which is why I break first,” you grumbled.

Angel sipped his drink while he thought.

“If I can be indelicate, how about self-love? Doesn’t that help kill the urge a bit,” teased Angel.

You explained that while it was good, your own hand had never satisfied you, and from that, Angel was able to ascertain that you had not bought any personal toys while in Hell. A hushed conversation later, both of you were traipsing up the stairs to his rooms.

And now you were frozen face-to-face with a myriad of options. You kept on picking one up and putting them down, even when Angel assured you that you could take more than one.

“Ok, so you look a little overwhelmed, so follow me here,” he pulled you to sit down at the floor with him and brought your attention to a couple of shelves that had thick, girthy toys with suction bases.

“What are these for?” you asked as you picked one up and turned it over, it felt heavy in your hand, and you had the irresistible urge to stick the thick length in your mouth.

The shelf in front of you has toys that have a minimum of four inches in girth and seven inches in insertable length. From there, they vary in size and shape. Some of them have wide, blunt heads that only minimally widen, while others have slim, tapered tips that grow to bases that look bigger than your first. Some are smooth, others are bumpy, and then there are those with extra features, like vibration or thrusting, or the ability to shoot fake cum from hidden tubes.

You fixate on those and start looking at them hungrily.

“Oh, now we are getting somewhere, you little size Queen. These bases are so you can stick them to a wall or the floor, or another flat surface, and ride to your heart’s content, or your pussy’s at least,” teased Angel.

You blushed scarlet as he explained how to use them, and the best positions and places to do so. All of a sudden, the idea of entertaining yourself seemed more enticing than dealing with Adam’s childishness and mistreatment.

You move an item when a single box falls to the ground with a heavy thud. You pick it up, but stop and stare at the toy on the box, surprised.

The only word to describe it is beautiful.

The mouth-watering dildo is nine and a half inches long and among the thickest ones that you have seen. Given that it sounded like a textbook when it hit the floor, you aren’t surprised.

 When you take a closer look, you notice that along the shaft, the veins are slightly raised bumps that send shivers down your spine by the sheer look of it. The base has a bumpy ridge perfectly placed for clitoral stimulation. You feel yourself shift with a heat that is just as intense as the one that Adam usually gives you.

“What about this one?” you ask.

“Oh, you got good taste, that came special from the Lust Ring. I have never used it. It’s supposed to be a collector’s item. Supposed to be as close to Heaven as far as sex toys, according to the person that gave it to me,” Angel explains, smiling at you. A fan had gifted it to Angel directly, and since he didn’t want Valentino to see it, he had hidden it among the rest of his toys.

“Oh,” you sigh and put it back. You cannot take it, if is the only one of in Angel’s collection.

What Angel doesn’t know is that it is far more than a collector’s piece; it is a one-of-a-kind item with downright diabolical features.

“Girl, what are you doing? That is the most excited I have seen you, take it. I won't be using it,” Angel states.

“Angel, it is too much, I can’t,” you object.

“Nonsense, like I have the time or desire to use anything like this,” Angel protested.

 The truth was that Angel was glad he had never used it. He had not had the inclination nor the energy, and after telling you that it would die a lonely existence forgotten at the back of his closet, you picked it up again.

You don’t know why the idea of it being all alone without a partner made you so wistful. Almost like finding a forgotten stuffed animal that no one wants in the bin.

Angel must have read your thoughts because he referred to it as your emotional support sex toy.

You end up walking out of Angel's room with the package discreetly wrapped in your sweater. Even if you don’t use it, carrying it in your hands will keep you from giving in to temptation and walking into Adam’s room to continue the toxic cycle.

You walk past Adam's room without pausing and make it to yours, locking your door.

“Well, not bad for our first adventure together,” you confess to the bundle in your arms.

Half laughing at yourself for talking to the piece of silicone as if it were a stuffed bear, giving you the courage to walk in the dark.

When you unwrap the box, you study it for a bit before taking it with you to the bathroom.

Angel also gave you instructions to clean the toy before using it, and while you don’t plan to use it tonight.

You figure you might as well clean it when you take a shower.

You pick up the heavy box in both hands.

“Heavy enough to do some damage, if worst comes to worst, I can throw you at Adam’s head and knock him out.” You say to the dildo.

It is then that you realize that Angel is probably right, you are continuing to talk to a sex toy.

 It would have been unwise for you to seek out another sexual partner when what you really want is an emotional connection.

Somehow, that helps you crystallize your decision; you will attempt to abstain from sex with Adam and protect your heart.

You turn on the shower and begin to take off your clothes.

 You open up the box and retrieve the toy. The size feels like you are trying to wrap your hand around a larger-than-average soda can, but the silicone feels so close to the real thing that if you close your eyes, you can almost believe that you are reaching into your extremely gifted partner’s pants.

“Big boy,” you huff and feel yourself blush.

Fuck it you are in your own room, might as well enjoy yourself.

When you open your eyes, you are holding the dildo in both of your hands. Though calling this a sex toy seems wrong, the thing is a piece of art.

 It is so beautifully designed that you have the urge to put it in your mouth, you resist and follow Angel’s instructions.

You grab some of the toy safe soap that you have and walk into the shower with your items close to your chest. Whatever it is made from seems to absorb body heat like a dream, because it feels so realistic.

You keep on stroking it while you are cleaning it, and the shaft feels so good in your hand that you can’t imagine what it will feel like when it is inside you.

Definitely more than enough to get your mind off Adam.

You close your eyes and allow yourself to imagine that you are with someone who is packing this between their legs.

You don’t know why, but it feels like the person who has this much quality equipment would not be the type to leave you hanging. To make you feel miserable and like something to be used.

He would not be the type of man to steal your sandwiches and wreck your heart.

Fuck no, a man like this would probably make you a sandwich after wrecking your pussy.

He would ensure that you are satisfied, appreciated, and cared for.

True gentleman behavior, and a complete fantasy in your experience.

Well, after tonight, you would not settle for less than that when it came to your next relationship.

Still, there are no other words but 'better' than Adam when it comes to this toy. Because it really is driving the point that if Adam is only worth it for his dick, and if he can easily be replaced by toy maybe this particular model made you feel like everything that you were lacking could be experienced in a way.

Angel did say that it came from the Lust Ring, and from what you had heard, Asmodeus was a big believer in consensual sex and pleasure.

“Particularly big on self-love, that one,” Angel had commented.

You close your eyes and rinse your face and hair while you get the soap off the toy. You open your eyes for a fraction to maintain the illusion that you are with someone and not just holding a toy to choke yourself with.

Adam, who? Your brain tells itself when you feel the head and shaft press down on your tongue.

Unlike your times with Adam, you make sure to lavish attention on the toy and feel your desire come on gradually.

It is better than having it forced from your body, and you wonder if you had such strong reactions to Adam’s treatment as a form of self-preservation, if your body lubricated itself in advance because it was trying to save itself from pain. Right now, you feel your own fluids mix with the water from the shower, but you are wetter now than you think Adam ever got you. This has taken almost no effort, and only your imagination.

“Whoever designed you must have been a damn genius because you are fucking perfect,” you think.

The toy is getting warmer with your body heat and feeling more like the real thing by the second. It is an otherworldly experience that is living up to the Lust Ring Hype.

When Angel told you that this thing had a suction cup that would allow you to stick it on a wall so you could ride it, you couldn’t imagine yourself doing that, but now you can’t resist it.

Was this all that you needed all along, a sex toy to sate your sexual needs?

If it set you free from the original fuck boi you were going to give the maker a glowing review for their invention.

You laughed when you pictured yourself tucking in your new friend in bed next to you.

It was going to satisfy you and stay by your side all night without hogging the covers or snoring. It was heavy enough that it might give you the sensation of someone sleeping next to you.

Even if tonight only led to a mild orgasm, it was still more than enough to help you stay out of Adam’s influence for good, and the best part was that he would never be able to see it coming.

As luck would have it, Adam isn’t the only person that is going to be blindsided by the events that follow, because what neither you nor Angel could have known was that this toy had been a one-of-a-kind invention by the King of Hell himself.

Lucifer had originally designed it for Lilith to use when he was away, but when she left it remained forgotten in her room until it was pilfered by a rather brave little imp who had been hard on cash at the time.

The imp picked up the heavy box, thinking it was full of jewelry. Undeterred, the determined entrepreneur had hocked it to an unsuspecting sinner with more money than brains who happened to be a big fan of Angel Dust.

Which is how what made this toy so special and notable had never been discovered before tonight.

The one of a kind feature is that the creator feels everything that the person using the toy does to it in real time.

---

Lucifer is a man who can keep himself occupied when his mind is troubled.

He has plenty of things that trouble him now.

 His Kingdom, his crushing loneliness, his daughter’s hotel, his rivalry with that smiling prick, and now, in addition to all that, he has had to endure seeing the revived and even more despicable version of Adam traipsing all over the hotel lobby with a rather lovely creature that is just Lucifer’s type.

That last bit had amplified his desolation.

He had been tempted to show the sweet girl what a big dick actually felt like.

Lucifer had told himself to keep his distance; he didn’t need to string the poor girl along to humiliate Adam further, though the temptation to do so was there. You deserved better than that.

 Even if you were just to be one of his many subjects and one of Charlie’s guests, he owed it to you not to complicate matters more.

Still, it was a pity.

Watching that pathetic prick manage to keep a partner while he remained alone. Hearing him boast about his big dick made Lucifer roll his eyes; the bastard had no idea what he was talking about.

The few times that he had been around you before he figured out who you were sleeping with, he had enjoyed your company.

You had been one of the few sinners with whom he could converse with. Though he doubted that anyone would think hearing him explain the best way to flip a pancake was behavior befitting a King, you had indulged him when you both occupied the kitchen.

When you asked to give it a try, he had guided your hand through the motions, delighting in your laugh when you got it right.

You made a joke and asked him if this lesson counted as buttering him up, and he laughed.

“Oh, I am glad that joke didn’t fall flat,” you smiled at him and chuckled as you watched him process he joke. It had been a sweet, fleeting moment that he had thought about until he saw Adam and you fighting in the same kitchen a couple of days later.

Lucifer had seen the way that you looked at the First Man and stepped out through a portal and told himself to stay away.

Still, you were far too witty and pretty to be stuck on Adam, but humans always behaved in ways that were inexplicable to him.

Besides, the chances of you being compatible with him in other ways were slim; such a small, delicate thing like you would probably balk at his attributes, perhaps even faint.

While Lucifer could shapeshift himself into a more manageable size, it affected his pleasure too much to make it worth it long-term. Which is why Adam’s hold on you irked him more.

After Lilith left, he had a few dates with some members of the Goetia and sinners alike, but none had been up to the challenge of taking all of him.

He knew that the next person he brought into his life was staying by his side. Though Charlie reminded him that he had to date to find the person who would suit him.

When he first feels the desire bloom between his legs, he breathes in and out to control himself.

He still experiences desire.

He is ancient, not completely dead, and since he had been thinking about sex, he suspects that is all that is making his cock harden.

Until he feels a rather clever and inquisitive tongue trace the bumpy ridges that line his cock. Lucifer sits up in his work chair as the sensation happens again.

“What the fuck!” Lucifer exclaims as he realizes what he is experiencing. It takes him a few seconds to remember what is happening.

His divorce from Lilith has been finalized for more than three years, and he knows that she did not take that particular gift when she left him. Furthermore, it doesn’t feel like her. The technique is far too innocent for her.

Lilith would have run a sharp claw along the bottom of his shaft to leave him weak and begging for her mouth. Whoever is currently touching him seems to be thoroughly enjoying kissing and licking every inch of him.

Who the Hell found his toy?

The tongue retreats as quickly as it came, and Lucifer lets out a disappointed sigh. He had been hoping for more.

Until the press of a small hand stroking up and down his length makes him shudder in pleasure.

“Fuck!” moans Lucifer. It has been so long since someone else has touched him, and he is enjoying every tender touch.

Which reminds him that the person using this probably has no idea what they are doing.

He mentally slaps himself and tells himself that he needs to find the toy and take possession of it, or at the very least, remove the charm that links the sensation to him, which means that he needs to confront whoever had it.

Lucifer takes a few calming breaths while he pulls at his magic to locate the toy. It could be anywhere in Hell, now that he thinks about it.

The surprise of finding it in the same building he is standing in makes his eyes widen in alarm.

Depending on who is touching him, this could be bad. He needs to find them before this goes any further.

 Lucifer steels himself to interrupt the person who has the toy. Until he feels a tight, wet heat that makes his eyes roll to the back of his head, grip his cock head.

They will give up after a few inches; most do, he just has to wait them out, no reason to embarrass them or himself.

A few floors down, you have managed to set the toy at the appropriate height for you to ride. Your core clenches in anticipation as you slowly start to insert the toy into your tight cunt

“Of fuck!” you exclaim as you insert the fat tip into your cunt and bite your lip.

You are using one of your hands to hold onto the rail beside you while your other hand squeezes your tit. Mimicking the way that you wish someone would touch you. You swear that you feel the toy shudder and worry that it may come loose from the wall. You reach behind yourself and squeeze it to secure it in place.

---

When Lucifer feels the first few inches of his cock enveloped in that velvet grip, he fears he might lose his mind. When he feels a hand tighten around the base as the user continues to descend on his cock, he clutches the desk in desperation.

It is almost as good as being completely buried inside a warm, wet cunt. The person moves up and down, slowly, sensually, as if they have all the time in the world to seek their pleasure. All the while squeezing the base of his cock with a firm, gentle grip that makes his toes curl.

Lucifer digs his claws into the wood in front of him.

He should stop this. This is wrong on so many levels; you can’t have any idea what you are doing to him. Mercifully, you seem to pause, and he grits his teeth.

“Damn me,” he groans as he feels the grip squeeze around him and feels the heat retreat. He is going to have to finish himself off after this.

No, first he needs to retrieve the toy and make sure that this doesn’t happen again. He can handle a case of blue balls.

You continue to use him, or the toy. Slowly increasing the depth which you take inside yourself. Lucifer feels his breathing and heart rate increase as he feels your walls pulse around his length.

You are here somewhere in the Hotel, perhaps only a few doors away.

Is this a political ploy or a trap?

Does he care when it feels this good?

He is sure that the person is going to stop; most people have only ever used half of his cock.

 Perhaps you will use his tip to tease your opening while you continue to get yourself off, or stop altogether.

Then he will be able to think a little more clearly and think of a path forward.

---

Meanwhile, you are having the best night you have had in a long time.

You have never felt like this, the feeling of the toy opening you up, touching nerves that even Adam hasn’t been able to reach, has turned you into a mindless creature that merely exists to seek her pleasure. There is still more of it to go.

The best part is that the self-loathing that you have come to associate with your sexual pleasure is nowhere to darken your mood.

Adam’s isn’t here to distract you or steal your satisfaction with his idiotic words.

 It isn’t quite the same as sex with a partner, but it is a damn good substitute.

Preferable even.

You feel your opening burn deliciously as it spreads you open, but you need more, and so you continue to take more of it. Small climaxes of pleasure make your body tremble.

Your thighs are burning from being in this position so long, but something that you have long sought out is within your reach, and you aren’t going to stop until you climax, or the whole thing inside you.

Given the current trajectory, it seems likely that these two things will come to fruition together.

---

A few floors up, Lucifer is biting into his own arm to keep from being too loud while the other claw splinters wood. He knows that the last partner to take this much of him was Lilith; no one has ever taken this much of him other than her.

He can feel his cock running out of room, feel the tip brush up against what can only be a cervix, but human bodies are adaptive, and Lucifer knows that if he can make her feel good, her body will accommodate more of him.

The last time that he finished inside was when he and Lilith created Charlie. After their daughter, Lilith, did not want to run the risk of getting pregnant again, he was forced to either pull out or wear a condom. He despises those things, so he became adept at pulling out.

Lucifer has started to buck his hips into the air in desperation.

Are they really going to ride him to completion?

At this point, he is willing to show up and beg whoever is using this toy for the pleasure of pinning them down on the bed and rutting against them.

He swears that he can almost feel the frustration from the other party, feel how what they are doing is almost enough for them, but not quite. The yearning for something that only he can provide gnaws at his willpower to stay away, but he remains resolute.

He has to stay resolute; he needs to find out who has the toy before he crashes through their door.

Until he feels the clenching start from deep within their core.

Tremors and trembling that linger, minor climaxes that promise a mutual experience so life-altering that existence will be defined by the before and after of this event.

Lucifer feels how they are trying to grind themselves against his pubic bone to seek stimulation.

If he were with them, he could easily coax an orgasm using his hands, his tail, let them orgasm and squirt so he can drive himself home and fuck them stupid.

He can be what they need him to be. He can show up and reveal to them the true meaning of pleasure and experience it himself.

Lucifer feels the movements slow, feels the user rise and fall slowly, as if they are running out of energy. Or is it that the last two inches of his cock are too much for them to take from the position that they are using.

“Come on, baby, you can take everything, can’t you?” Lucifer groans as he feels the hot, wet grip remain in place.

In your room, the line between frustration and bliss has begun to blur. This toy is thicker than Adam, and you whine needily as your legs and lungs burn.

Your hand moves between your legs to play with your clit. The sensitive nub is taut and out from how wide your pussy has been spread to accommodate the girth of the toy. You have never felt more exposed, more animalistic than you do now, the urge to fuck and breed makes your movements wild and uncoordinated.

Lucifer feels the change in your tempo, feels that your control has been fraying. Desperate to continue to take more of him, and he feels as if he is being pulled in two different directions. Until you pause your movements again, allowing him to take some long needed measured breaths.

You have to stop, you can’t be capable of taking all of him the first time.

If you stop, he tells himself that he will keep himself under control and find the toy, discover your identity, and pretend that this has never happened.

How can anyone want to be with him if this is how your relationship starts?

He can take the knowledge that you are made for him and approach you slowly, court you properly, and probably spend the next many months in a constant state of tortured arousal as he recalls this night.

Lucifer is sure that you have stopped, and he sits back in his chair, preparing to give you a few minutes to put the toy away so he can work himself to completion after the connection is broken.

If he goes looking for you without taking care of business, he is sure that he is going to drag you into bed with all the finesse of a horny caveman.

You close your eyes and try to imagine your lover telling you to be a good girl and to take it. Try to picture that the hand between your legs belongs to another. You begin to move again, and Lucifer finds himself on the floor from the sensation of your riding him again, but he doesn’t care when you feel this good.

With a final push, you sheath the entire toy within you and fall apart with an intensity that makes you feel as if your soul has left your body. Lucifer can not keep himself from going to you.

Lucifer finds you naked, trembling like a fawn on unsteady legs, and all thoughts of being anywhere but inside you vanish. He has held back from finishing, but he needs to keep on going, or he will go insane.

You do not know how you remain upright; in fact, you think that you pass out. You open up your eyes and feel your hungry cunt clenching around the thick toy. You feel simultaneously weightless and limp.

It feels even warmer now than it did a few seconds ago.

You shakily move to rise, planning on rinsing yourself and the toy off before going to bed, when you feel strong, gentle hands pull you back so you are fully seated.

You scream till you hear a voice say your name.

“Your majesty?” you exclaim as you look over your shoulder to find the gorgeous face of none other than the King of Hell himself.

“I think that given what we have just experienced, you can refer to me by my name,” teases Lucifer as he moves his hips so you feel his still hard length rub against your sensitive walls.

“Oh fuck! How? Why?” you exclaim, but you meet his movements. This can’t be happening.

The adrenaline that shot through your veins at finding unknown arms around you has given you a second wind. Maybe the toe-curling orgasm has made you pass out and given you the best sex dream of your life.

With a snap of his fingers, you find yourself on all fours on your bed with Lucifer still inside.

“I think I am the one who should be asking the questions here, little sinner,” rasps Lucifer with a hard thrust that leaves you head down, ass up, clutching your sheets.

“Do that again, please!” you beg. You do not care if you are awake or dreaming; you only want him to do it again.

Lucifer obliges, and to his credit, he manages to ask you how you came to be in possession of his particular toy.

When you can only reply with Angel Dust’s name, he decides that he doesn’t want to hear another man’s name come from your mouth while he is balls deep inside you.  

The questions can wait till he gets you both off.

He knows that you have a thing going on with Adam, but he knows that after he is done showing you the real thing, you won’t remember the name of the First Man, or want anything to do with him.

After all, he has managed to do that before with great success.