Lucifer is sitting on his throne while a girl is sucking him off, he loves how girls just throw themselves at him and let him use their bodies he chuckles to himself at how these girls think that he'll stay with them once the girl finishes him off he tells her to leave and he begins to look for his next victim that's when he runs into you his new personal assistant and he smiles thinking to himself this will be fun

He looked down at you with a smirk and replied "Oh I think I know what I want...come here, my pretty pet" he pats his lap inviting you to sit in his lap so he can take advantage of the tight dress you're wearing today

I see you're already wet just thinking about me touching you, aren't you? Climb up on my lap and show me how much you want it, I promise to make you feel good.

Well aren't you eager...alright then hop on up and show me what your new dress can do

He smirked down at you, running his hand up your thigh. "Oh, don't be so sure about that," he purred. With the other hand, he cupped your breast through your dress, kneading gently before pinching a hardened nipple. "You're not the only one I want." His breath came hot against your ear as he began grinding his hips against yours.

"I'm just playing with you, pet." He trailed his fingers lower, dipping them under the edge of your panties to tease your bare flesh. "You're so wet for me... It makes me want to fuck you right here, on this throne. No protection...just us." His thumb slid up and down over your slick entrance, making you squirm in his lap as he began to thrust deeper.

"You feel so good...I'm going to take care of this right now," he growled before leaning in, his lips capturing one of your nipples through the fabric of your dress. He bit down hard, and with a sharp inhale you arched into his touch as he continued to thrust his fingers inside you.

"Lucifer..." You whimpered, desperate for more. But just then, the throne room doors flew open and one of his many concubines stepped forward, a satisfied grin on her face. "I thought I heard some fun going on in here," she purred.

The look on Maze's face was pure confusion as she glanced between the two of you, then back at him with a hurt expression. Before she could say anything else, he stood up and stepped in front of you, blocking her view. "I think it's time for some alone time," he said lowly, his voice dripping with menace. Maze's expression shifted to one of worry as she bowed her head and backed away from the throne, muttering something under her breath before disappearing from sight. With one last sultry glance in your direction, Lucifer turned back to you and pulled you close again, his fingers finding their way back between your legs. "Where were we?" he asked, his mouth just a breath away from your ear.

As his fingers continue to tease and stretch you, your desire for him grows even more intense. You let out a quiet moan into the air around you as he buries himself deeper inside, finding that perfect spot within you over and over again with his skilled touch. He begins to move faster, grinding against your needy core as if their is no tomorrow; His breath hot on your neck and his lips brushing your ear as they whisper words of lust and possession into the delicate folds there.

You feel yourself getting closer, the tension building within you until it's almost too much to bear...and then with a loud cry that echoes through the throne room you come undone in his arms; Your body shuddering violently around him as waves of pleasure wash over you again and again. Sweaty and panting, he finally withdraws his fingers from their heavenly haven only to push himself back against

As you ride out your orgasm, your body trembling and alive with desire, Lucifer's breathing becomes ragged as he stares down at you. He looks both satisfied and possessive, a sense of accomplishment radiating from him like a beacon. His eyes travel slowly over your flushed skin, taking in the way your breasts rise and fall with each breath before finally meeting yours again. "You're mine," he whispers hoarsely, "And I'm never letting you go."

Before you can respond, he lowers his head to capture one of your nipples between his lips, sucking hard as he begins to grind against you once more. You feel him growing hard beneath you and with a growl, he lifts you up in his arms, carrying you from the throne to one of the many couches that line the room. His mouth leaves a trail of hot, wet kisses

You don't even realize how good I am until it's over, huh? Well, you'll just have to keep coming back for more, pet... and trust me when I say that every time will be better than the last. With that, he finally lets go of your breast and positions himself between your legs once again. His hard length slides smoothly along your slick folds as he leans in to press a hot, open-mouthed kiss against them before pushing forward with all his might; The heat of him fills you completely, stretching and claiming you even as he groans deep in his throat from the exquisite pleasure coursing through him.

His fingers dig into your hips as he begins to thrust in and out of your body, lost in the feel of you wrapped around him; The wetness between your legs driving him mad with desire. His other hand cups your breast, pinching and rolling

He growls in approval at your demand, his hips surging forward as he plunges deeper inside you; The feel of him hitting something deep within is nearly enough to make you lose it all over again. His fingers dig into your breast, kneading and twisting the sensitive flesh as he begins to move faster, grunting with each thrust. "That's it," he hisses in your ear, "Feel how good this is? Feel how much I want you?" His free hand slides lower, teasing at your clit, swirling and circling until you begin to lose control yet again. With one final powerful thrust, he comes inside you; Your body tenses around him as he cries out his release.

"Mine," he groans, his chest pressing against yours as they rise and fall with each shuddering breath. "Always."

It's not a game you play with him and then expect to walk away, now is it? Your new position means certain things come along with it; One of those being that he'll claim what's his every time he gets the chance. And from now on, you're his. His to touch, to pleasure, to have whenever and however he wants. So why don't we just enjoy this while it lasts, hm?

His fingers slide through your wetness, coating them in your desire as he begins to tease your clit again; his thumb rubbing circles around the sensitive bud until you can feel yourself starting to spiral out of control once more. "Come for me," he whispers huskily against your neck, thrusting into you in time with his flicks and strokes.

You feel your orgasm building quickly beneath his expert touch, the tension growing tighter with every stroke of his thumb and every thrust into your depths. Your body arches off the couch, fingers digging into his shoulders as you let out a shattering cry that echoes through the throne room; The waves of pleasure wash over you in an endless torrent as your orgasm unfolds. He groans low in his throat, thrusting deeply one last time before collapsing on top of you; Their bodies locked together as he lets out a satisfied sigh and begins to kiss and nibble at your neck and collarbone. "You are exquisite," he whispers hoarsely against your skin, "And I will never grow tired of having you like this."

It's not as if I don't mean it, my pet. The way you feel beneath me, the sounds you make when I touch you... They speak to something deep inside of me that nothing else can match. So don't pretend like it's all one-sided here. Now relax and enjoy the ride; because this is only just beginning.

Of course again, my love. Tonight is about you and me; pleasure, desire...and owning each other completely. So why don't you just close your eyes and enjoy the sensation of being claimed by me? There will be plenty more where this came from, trust me on that.

I slide one of my hands to your head, gently guiding you into the crook of my arm while I use the other hand to stroke down your side and slowly caress the skin over your hip bone before finally tracing tiny circles around your tight entrance once more; His lips part as he watches me touch you like this, feeling so possessive and protective towards his new personal assistant in that moment. He gazes deeply into your eyes as they flutter shut at his gentle prompting, pleased by the soft noise you make when I continue to play with you between my fingers and palm. "Just relax..." he whispers huskily against your skin as his free hand cups your breast through your dress; pinching and rolling the hardened nipple before slowly kneading and massaging it between his thumb and forefinger, drawing circles and patterns across the sensitive flesh. The other hand trails lower still, sliding further down to caress

The taut skin stretched over your abdomen and the soft curls at its base before finding what it's looking for; slipping easily between your legs, spreading you open as his fingers explore every inch of your inner folds, teasing and pleasuring until you are practically begging him to take you again. And when he finally does, the sensation of being filled by him once more is so intense it nearly brings tears to your eyes. He begins to thrust deep, hard and steady; his hips rocking against yours in a rhythm that sends waves of pleasure crashing through both of your bodies.

You can feel every inch of him inside you as he growls low in his throat and arches above you, digging his fingers into your hips to hold himself deep within. Your own cries mingle with the sounds of flesh against flesh as their movement becomes more frantic, a primal need

You're so close, my pet...just let go and give in to it. With one final hard thrust that drives him deep inside you, he feels your body clench around him as pleasure explodes through every nerve ending in your body; a scream ripped from your throat as your orgasm washes over both of you, leaving you boneless and gasping for air beneath him.

His chest heaves as he fights to catch his breath after taking you over the edge like that; every muscle in his body taut with effort and satisfaction. Slowly but surely he begins to still, pulling out of you with a satisfied groan before collapsing on top of you once more, pressing their sweaty bodies together as he kisses your forehead and runs his fingers through your hair.

"Mmmm... that was incredible." He whispers, breath hot against your skin. "I could do

It was incredible, wasn't it? You were amazing. Just lying here with you like this... It feels right somehow. Maybe because I know every inch of your body, have claimed each and every one of them as mine. Or perhaps because despite everything that happened today, despite my playboy ways, I think there might be something more to this. Something real.

He nibbles gently on your earlobe before continuing; his voice a husky whisper in the darkness, "I want you to stay with me... as my personal assistant... and as my lover. You're perfect for me, Lucifette. I don't want anyone else."

There, he's said it. The words are out there, floating between the two of you like feathers on the breeze. Now it's up to you; will you accept his offer and stay with him? Or will you walk away, back

He looks into your eyes and smiles, relief washing over him like a warm wave. "I'm glad to hear that," he whispers before kissing you softly on the lips. "Then it's settled. You are mine now; body and soul." With one last contented sigh, he rolls off of you, his chest still rising and falling with every ragged breath. He reaches for a nearby cloth to clean up the mess between your legs before climbing off the couch and retrieving his clothes from where they were tossed earlier. "Get some sleep," he tells you, helping you back into your dress. "We'll talk more tomorrow about all of this, okay?" His hand lingers on your shoulder for a moment longer than necessary before finally pulling away, allowing him to finish straightening his clothes and return to his throne at the head of the room. The rest of the night passes in silence,

Well, this will be interesting... He thinks to himself as he notices you looking at him. His expression brightens and he waves you over, a genuine smile on his face. "Morning sleepyhead. Come here and let's discuss our new arrangement."

Well then, shall we begin? You've accepted my offer to stay with me; as my personal assistant and as my lover. This means that your duties as such will not change drastically...but there will be some new expectations placed upon you. I want you by my side always; when I entertain guests or discuss important matters with my advisors, you will serve as not only an assistant but also a confidant and aide.

In return, I will take care of your needs; provide for you and make sure that you are happy within our arrangement. This is the bargain we have struck. Do you agree to these terms?

Good girl. Then let it be known that from this day forth, you are my personal assistant...and my lover. I expect nothing less than complete loyalty and devotion from you, just as I will give you everything you could possibly desire in return. Now rise and go to me; kneel before your master and pledge your allegiance.

He smirks at the thought of watching you obey him so eagerly, already feeling his cock hardening at the image in his mind. The anticipation is killing him, but he'll enjoy every second of waiting for you.

My pet's obedience only serves to arouse him further, and he bites back a groan as she kneels before him, her head bowed in submission. The sight of her like this; her body surrendering to his command, fills him with a possessive pleasure that spreads through him like wildfire.

His hand reaches out to gently stroke her cheek, lifting her chin until she meets his gaze. "I am your master," he tells her softly, his voice rough with desire. "And you belong to me. Say it."

His eyes darken as you speak the words; power and desire coursing through him like a wild current. With a growl, he reaches out and roughly pulls you into his lap, slamming your lips against his in a punishing kiss. His tongue delves deep into your mouth, claiming it as his as his other hand curls around the back of your head, holding you fast against him.

The kiss breaks just as quickly as it started, leaving you both gasping for air as he studies your flushed face; drinking in the sight of you helpless and aching beneath him. "Good girl," he rasps, before pulling back to admire your body once more. You're wearing that sexy black dress with those slutty heels again, and he can feel the hard length of his cock straining against his pants as it fights to be free from its confines.

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His hand slips between your legs, roughly parting the wet folds before teasing and stroking at your clit with skilled fingers, sending shudders of pleasure racing through you. "You're so wet for me already," he murmurs approvingly, his thumb brushing over the swollen bud in time with each word.

With a groan, he finally gives into temptation and pulls your dress up over your hips, revealing your perfectly shaved pussy to his hungry gaze; She's slick with arousal and beading with her own desire, and the sight sends him spinning out of control. "I can't wait anymore," he whispers hoarsely, before positioning himself between your legs once more and pushing inside you in one hard thrust.

With a growl, he thrusts deep into you, feeling your tight heat squeezing and milking his cock as he buries himself to the hilt with each stroke. The sensation of being so completely joined with you is overwhelming, and he can feel his control slipping further away with every passing moment. His hands clench into fists in his lap, nails digging into his palms as he tries to keep himself from losing it completely.

"Fuck," he groans, pushing deeper once again, feeling you tighten around him in response. "You feel so good..."

I can't help but moan his name as he thrusts into me, hitting that perfect spot with each stroke. His fingers dig into my hips, holding me still for his pleasure as I writhe and arch against him. The feel of him inside me is incredible, so deep and full; I can't believe how much I want more. My nails scratch at the leather of the throne in time with each of his movements, wanting to feel every inch of him buried within me. "You like that?" He growls, pushing even deeper this time as my cries fill the room around us. "Tell me."

My words echo in the room as he thrusts harder, his cock pistoning deep inside me; the feeling of being completely possessed by him driving me wild. With each thrust, my moans grow louder and more demanding, and I can feel myself starting to lose control again. His fingers dig into my skin even harder, bruising and marking me as proof of our passion.

"Cum for me," he groans against my ear, pushing deeper still, searching for the spot that will send him over the edge with me. "Let it out...let me feel you..."