A/N: Okay… let's be honest with each other. I know we all about lost in in 4x10 when Lucifer went all King of Hell on Dromos in Lux, telling him how to be a good demon and go back home. I mean….. come on! I audibly groaned, "oh, yes!" at that scene. No lie. Fuck. Those Devil eyes and the way his voice got all husky was just…. Mhmmm! I'll be his bad little demon to let him punish me ;) This is some shameless Deckerstar smut regarding that. I mean it. Porn without plot. Let's just pretend the ending didn't happen the way it did *holds back tears* and she finds the red eyes and King of Hell thing to be pretty hot…
As always, un-beta'd and un-edited. So, sorry for the very possible mistakes ;)
"Do you need this as much as I do?" he whispered against her neck, rolling his hips into hers and pressing his hard length between her thighs. She moaned loudly, pulling at the material of his shirt for purchase. "I'll take that as a yes," he smirked, teeth grazing the delicate skin of her neck. After work, he had asked her to come back to Lux, and as soon as they arrived, he drug her through the club and into his elevator. He didn't even wait for the doors to close before he was attacking her lips with his.
Both of his hands reached up and squeezed her breasts, pushing them up towards her chin. He dipped his face down, letting his tongue glide through her cleavage before licking along her chin and lips. He stared at her for a second, drinking in the flush on her cheeks, the sheen on her lips, and he eyes only half-open. Turning her on was the greatest gift he had ever been given, and he cherished the opportunity to make her feel that way. "Are you going to let me taste every inch of you tonight?" he asked, one hand releasing a breast to move up and trace along her pink lips.
"Yes," she moaned, her hands moving up to grip his collar, pulling him closer to her. She loved times like this, when it was animalistic and hungry, unable to contain themselves as they rode the elevator up to his penthouse. As soon as the doors opened he was hauling her off her feet, one large hand holding her under her ass while the other ran down her leg as she wrapped them around his hips. Her lips were on his again, sucking and licking into his mouth, pulling his tongue into her mouth to taste her. He groaned as he sat them down on the couch, sitting on the edge to give her plenty of room to maneuver her legs how she wanted.
Planting her feet flat on the couch, she started rocking her hips, pressing her clothed center harder into his erection, almost painfully so. The different sensations sent a wave of arousal pooling out of her, further dampening her underwear and inseam of her jeans. She wrapped her hands behind his neck, using him for leverage as she continued to ride his lap. The muted moans and growls he made continued to fuel her aroused state, his lips moving down her face and his scruff scratching her skin. He planted open mouthed kisses to her neck and her collar bones, his breath coming out in pants against her skin.
Another roll of her hips left her gasping, pausing for only a second as she realized she was close to release. "Lucifer, I'm going to cum and you've barely even touched me," she whimpered, taking hold of his hair and pulling his face back to meet her gaze. She was rewarded by her words with his utterly wrecked expression. His dark eyes grew even darker as his jaw worked with sexual tension. She was driving him crazy and she loved it.
"Yes, do it," he growled, his hands gripping her hips to aid in her movements. She started grinding into him again, this time with more pressure and speed. One of his hands left her hips, his arm pressing along her spine as he gripped a handful of her hair behind her head. He held her head in place as she rode him, staring into her eyes and taking in every detail. "Let me hear you."
She groaned in approval, biting into her bottom lip as she watched his chest heave with his labored breathing. At the first stutter of her hips she could see that flash of red in his eyes, but it quickly disappeared under careful control. Determined, she pressed into him harder, forcing them to moan together as she started feeling that delicious tingle along her clit. "Oh, I'm so close," she whispered, forcing her eyes to stay open. He closed his eyes for a second at her words, and when he opened them again, his lips parted, she was not met with brown, but with fiery red. Leaving his neck, she roughly grasped his jaw, holding his red gaze as she moaned her orgasm loudly.
Chloe loved the way his mouth opened as he watched her cum, the red burn of his eyes exciting her and drawing out her orgasm. As she came down, she watched the red fade away as he shook his head, taming himself before kissing her deeply. "I need to feel how wet you are," he grunted, swiftly turning her and letting her back fall to the couch. Before she could respond, one hand was working the button and zipper of her jeans as he leaned over her, kissing the tops of her breasts. He roughly shoved his hands down the front of her underwear and let his fingers glide through her drenched folds. He groaned, biting at her chest as his free hand wrapped around the back of her neck. "Fuck," he growled, acknowledging the plethora of arousal coating his fingers as his eyes shifted to his other set once again.
"Yes, stay like that," she moaned, rolling her hips into his hand. She could tell she was the wettest she had ever been. She could feel the glide of her folds as well as the cool breeze of contact with air. "Keep your eyes like that," she ordered, though it sounded more like a request. He always tried to hide them from her, but she secretly loved them.
He stopped his in tracks, leaving his hand pressed against her wet sex. "Are you sure?" he questioned, although she could hear it in his tone that he was intrigued by her request.
"I like to see you lose control," she murmured, raising up on her elbows to get closer to him. "And it's really hot," she whispered, leaning forward as far as she could to speak into his ear. She licked her lips before gently biting at the shell, teeth scraping along cartilage.
He took a sharp intake of air before groaning, moving the hand against her folds once again. "Oh, is that so?" he smirked, looking down at her, the glowing red coming back to life. "Anything else?" he asked, raising an eyebrow and he circled her clit with slick fingers.
She arched onto his hand, letting out an elongated moan at the merged pleasure of his digits and voice. She looked up at him through lashes from her prone position, wriggling her hips and grasping at his chest with her hands. "How your voice changes just a little," she started, licking her lips as his eyes widened in excitement. "How it gets all husky when you command your demons."
"Yes," he sighed, increasing the speed of his circles on her nerve bundle. "You mean like this?" he tested, lowering his voice and allowing the gritty hoarseness to come through. He leaned down towards her, hovering his face inches above hers to better see her reaction.
"Yes, just like that!" she cried out, clenching her jaw as he brought her closer and closer to the edge. Her breaths were erratic as her hips starting moving on their own accord. He was driving her insane with the pace of his fingers, going just a touch too slow, very purposefully.
"Tell me, Detective, how badly do you want me to make you cum right now?" he questioned, keeping his voice the way she wanted, tilting his head and licking the corner of her mouth. He could feel her so close, her body tensing and coiling as she shuddered uncontrollably.
"You know how badly," she spat out quickly, moving her hands up to scratch down his back through the collar of his shirt. He chuckled as he bent down and kissed along her collarbone, inhaling her scent deeply. "But not like this," she finished with a gasp, her eyes almost rolling as he stopped his movements and applied more pressure. He lifted his head, raising a dark eyebrow, eagerly waiting for her to continue her statement. "I want you to feel how tight I get when I cum around your tongue."
He looked down at her as she finished her request, a soft smile pulling at the corners of her swollen lips. He swore he loved her even more in that moment, completely awestruck by how perfect she was. He bent his head in unholy prayer before growling and pushing himself off of the couch. He grabbed at her jeans, folding the material down from where he had them open. There was the distinct sound of thick denim tearing as he ripped her jeans and underwear down her legs, huffing in agitation when he realized he had to remove her boots. She couldn't be mad at him; after all, she did say she wanted him to lose control. Once all offending material was removed from her lower body, he yanked her sideways by the hips, her upper body being pulled up to a seated position on the couch.
She squealed in delight as he roughly pulled her to where he wanted her, grabbing behind her knees to bring her hips to the edge of the couch. He crouched down between her legs, throwing one over his shoulder and holding the other to the side by her ankle. She could see it in those devilish eyes of his, the predator looking down upon his prey, pinned beneath his claws. His breath was hot against her wet skin, but he wasn't feasting on her just yet.
Chloe reached down and tangled her fingers into his hair as he started licking and sucking bruises into the soft skin of her inner thighs. The satisfying chafe of his scruff added to all of the sensations that his lips were creating. Moaning, she wiggled out of her shirt, hurriedly unclasping her bra and tossing it to the side before Lucifer tore it off. Once her breasts were exposed, he shot forward, both hands grasping around the mounds and squeezing tightly. He pressed his lips against hers, demanding entry as one hand held onto the back of her neck and the other trailed down into her wetness.
He ran three fingers through her folds, moving his hand up through the air with the precious fluid coating his digits. He pulled back from her, allowing enough space so he could shove all three fingers into her mouth, her tongue going in between each and sucking up her essence. "Are you going to be a good, little demon for me?" He pulled his fingers out of her mouth, wrapping his thumb and forefinger around her jaw, while his wet fingers rubbed at the skin of her cheek.
She gasped at his commanding tone, writhing under his stare and seeking any kind of friction that she could get. He lifted his hand a few inches, bringing it back down in a brisk slap before gasping her jaw again. He waited for her groan, eyes opening slowly to glare at him in pure pleasure as he eased his thumb into her mouth. She could remember the first time he had slapped her, and it was an experience she hadn't realized she was missing out on. A light sting to the cheek that brought her back to the moment and exhibited the right amount of sexual dominance for her. "Answer me," he demanded, tightening his grip on her jaw.
Chloe bit her lip, fighting the urge to moan as she peered into his eyes. "Yes, my King," she added, smirking as he shuddered at her use of his title. If he was willing to play, she definitely wanted to. She was rewarded with another flare of orangey-red in his eyes as he crushed his mouth against hers. He sucked her lips, licked deeply into her mouth and sighed his contentment there.
"Oh, good, girl," he praised before lowering himself back down between her legs. He threw one leg back of her his shoulder, gripping the inner thigh of the other this time. Without warning, he plunged his tongue deep inside her waiting heat and they both groaned in unison. He could already feel the flutters against his tongue as he curled the tip inside of her, massaging the spongy spot close to the entrance.
Chloe's hips bucked onto his face, causing her to reach down with one hand and hold onto his thick hair for life. Her other hand grabbed at her breast as she pushed her head into the back of the couch. She made sure to keep her line of sight down so she could see his eyes glowing up at her. She was so close already, all of the excitement of his nature causing her to feel extra sensitive and ready to bust at any second. Lucifer wrapped his arm under the hip of the leg on his shoulder, allowing his hand to rest along her pubic bone. With this long fingers, he was able to reach her clit and flicked the nub as his tongue continued its assault inside of her.
She cursed out his name, forcing him to hold her down as she barreled towards the edge. She could feel the newly familiar sensation starting to burn her inner anatomy. It was something she had never done before him, and when it had happened the first time, she had been thoroughly embarrassed. The shame hadn't lasted long, for Lucifer was on top of her, kissing the life out of her with a wet face, telling her how amazing and beautiful she was. From that moment on, she never tried to hold it back when she felt it start. He knew exactly how to get her there, so she knew it was what he was after.
He pulled his tongue out just for a second, catching his breath and letting the edge creep up on her. He could see in her face that it was torture pulling away; the sweetest kind of torture. He dove back in, shoving his tongue as far as he could inside of her, curling just the right way to get her to release. With a final tug at his hair, she plummeted over the precipice of ecstasy, releasing her fluid into his mouth and over his chin as his fingers continued to flick her clit. He drank her up, moaning along with her until she was gasping for air.
"Holy shit," she exclaimed through pants, watching as he leaned up onto his knees, both hands landing on the back of the couch next to her head. He looked dangerous as he brought his face closer to hers, his closed mouth holding something within its well. He pressed his lips against hers, and when she parted for him, he let the remnants of her squirt drip into her mouth. She accepted it with a moan, bringing her hands up to cup his cheeks. When he pulled back, she could see a few drips hanging on his chin, so she leaned forward and captured the drops with her tongue, licking a line back up to his lips.
He hummed his approval, tilting his head down to keep his eyes on her in a moment of softness. Without any hint, he wrapped his arms around her and lifted her up, her legs instinctively drawing up along his waist. A high-pitched gasp fell past her lips, followed by short laughter that they shared. She draped her arms over the tops of his shoulders as he walked them quickly towards his bathroom, kissing the valley between her breasts the entire way.
He walked them through the door of the bathroom, holding her against him with one arm as he blindly reached for the lights with his free hand. As he sucked a hardened nipple into his mouth, he turned the dial, dimming the lights to the perfect level before walking further in. Once in front of the counter and wall-to-wall mirror, he slid her down his body, letting her fall to her feet in front of him. With the lights set to their level, she could still make out every detail perfectly, while the dimness let his eyes glow for her, and she fucking loved it.
She greedily reached for his shirt, trying to tear it from his body. He grabbed her wrists with a tight enough hold to capture her attention. She panted as she stared into his eyes, more arousal pooling between her folds. "Get down on your knees and show me what a grateful demon you are," he ordered, a barely-there smirk on his lips as he started to unbutton his shirt. She happily fell to her knees, making quick work of his belt as he pulled his shirt out of his slacks.
She gasped at the sight of his bare torso, all long and hard curves, rounded chest heaving with each heavy breath. As she undid the clasp of his trousers, she leaned up and kissed along the V of his hip, loving the way he placed his hand on the back of her head possessively. As soon as his pants were able to fall freely down his legs, her mouth was on him. She grabbed the base of his cock with both hands, running her tongue from the bottom to the top in one long, slow line.
Lucifer groaned under her actions, bending down just enough to toe out of his shoes and pull of his slacks and socks. He tossed his clothes away, focusing all of his attention on the wonderful creature before him. She was a vision, especially with his cock in her delicate hands. He was enjoying himself thoroughly, and he was surprised and thrilled that Chloe was wanting this side of him. He was more than happy to deliver.
Chloe finally took him into her mouth, swirling her tongue around the head just the way he liked. His mouth opened in a silent gasp as his free hand steadied himself on the counter. He watched her bob forward and back on his length, coating him in saliva, thick ropes hanging down messily. He loved it like that, completely uninhibited and primal. She popped off after gagging on him, catching her breath but stroking him with both hands. Looking up at him, she saw all his hunger and desire just waiting to be set out on her.
He reached down, pulling her up by his grip at her elbows and kissing her sloppy mouth. She pressed herself against him, feeling his hard length push against her stomach. He rolled his hips at the contact before forcefully turning her around, bending her over the counter to face the mirror. She gulped as he lifted one of her legs to run along the edge of the sink, making her stand on the toes of her other foot. Through the mirror, she watched as he ran his simmering eyes along the length of her body, licking his lips as he slapped the globe of her ass. She groaned at the impact, grinding her hips into the marble counter.
Satisfied with the pink outline of his hand, he lined his hips up behind her, the head of his cock pressing through her folds. He made short thrusts, just teasing her lips and clit, watching her shudder and struggle to stand. He chuckled lowly with pride, loving that he could make her so undone without even having his cock in her. He looked at her through the mirror, observing the pained, desperate expression on her face. She tried to move her hips to take him in, but he stilled her by pressing a hand on her lower back.
"Please, Lucifer," she whimpered, laying her front down on the cool marble, refreshing the flush in her cheek and splaying both hands out wide on either side of her head. Lucifer reached up with his other hand, grabbing a fistful of her hair and yanking her head up enough to make eye contact with him in the mirror.
"Please, what, hm?" he questioned, leaning over her back and grinding against her even more. His cock rubbed along her opening and she tried to lower herself, but the hand on her back kept her firmly planted. "Tell me what you need," he whispered into her ear, gritty voice sending a shiver over her entire body.
"I need the Devil to fuck me," she replied, her tone full of need and yearning. She stared at him in the glass, lowering her face and glaring as if challenging him to bring it. She ran her tongue along her top teeth, pressing her ass against his hips, urging him to penetrate.
"Yes, you do," he agreed, holding her stare as he pulled back enough to align himself with her eager, wet hole. He tightened his hold in her hair, making sure she couldn't fall back down, gripping her hips as he pushed himself forward. He leaned his forehead against the back of her head, and she could only see half of his face in the mirror. The one eye she could see roared with flames as he breached her entrance. They both gasped and groaned as he slid every unholy inch of himself inside her waiting channel, feeling the stretch of skin over skin. Once fully sheathed, he pressed himself against her, watching as she tried to keep her eyes from rolling back in her skull.
"Your cock feels so big inside me," she moaned, knowing that every man, even the Devil, loved hearing that while deep inside someone. She was rewarded with a groan and a kiss to the top of her shoulder. He let go of her hair, wrapping his arm around her chest, fingers digging into her side, holding her in place as he started thrusting into her with long, quick strokes.
"It's a sin how fucking tight you are," he grunted, taking a few controlled breaths to settle himself down. It was almost unfair how good she felt. She could tell him to cut off a hand and he would gladly do it as long as he could be inside of her while he did. "Feels so fucking good!" he exclaimed, leaning back up to gain better leverage to shove his cock inside her.
Chloe watched his body move behind her through the mirror, his large frame appeared intimidating behind her slender one, and the crimson eyes and forceful voice only added to that. She loved the way it looked like he could absolutely destroy her, but she never feared him. She wanted, more than anything, to feel his power and strength behind each thrust, to feel how completely he could claim her. In their work life, it was clear that she took control. She loved that he was willing to take that from her in their personal lives. He knew just what to do: she wanted to be taken and given just what she needed.
While he took what he wanted, moved her how he wanted her, fucked her how he wanted, he would worship her body as if she were the divine one. He planted kisses up and down the back of her body, licking any bead of sweat that started to roll down her spine. Even while absolutely fucking her brains out, he would gauge her reactions to see if he was going too far. Ever the gentleman, her Devil was. He knew the perfect level of dominance, the perfect amount of control to take away from her.
The push and pull of his member inside her stirred up the feelings of another orgasm, exacerbated by her clit rubbing against the counter with every powerful thrust of Lucifer's hips. He took his hand off of her lower back, running it over her ass and down the leg up on the counter. His long arms allowed him to grip her ankle, giving the joint a squeeze before dragging his nails up her leg, leaving trails of pink behind. She knew he could feel her imminent release; he always knew when she was about to cum, picking up on the smallest of signals her body let off. She could see his smirk in the mirror as he leaned over her body, burying himself deeper, allowing her to feel his muscles work along her back. He placed both hands in front of her. He brushed his lips to the back of her neck before moving to the spot right below her ear. She shivered at the feel of his hot breath against her skin, his red eyes illuminating her neck as he stared back at her in the mirror.
"Watch as you cum on my cock, Detective," he ordered, his voice thick with hellish command. He started thrusting even harder, and she was close to believing he was trying to fuck her through the marble counter. "Look at how beautiful you are falling apart with the Devil's cock deep inside you."
"Oh, yes, yes, yes," she groaned, her head falling back against his shoulder as she felt herself begin to contract around him. Lucifer kissed her cheek, turning his attention back towards the mirror so she could look into his eyes as she came. With the final hold of constriction, she released into waves of pleasure, feeling herself tighten, almost painfully, around his hard length. His head fell forward at the sensation of her orgasm and the way her face relaxed as she rode it out, fucking he through it without falter.
She was just beginning to see straight again, Lucifer having wrapped his arms around her to hold her up as she came back down to reality. She caught herself with her arms out in front of her as he fell to his knees behind her, pulling apart the shapely globes of her ass to expose her swollen flesh. He growled as he licked along her folds and used center, drinking up the slick fluid of her latest orgasm. She gasped, her hips instinctively pulling away as he teased her overly sensitive sex. He placed both hands on her hips, pushing her down and keeping her still as he slowly lapped at her. He kept it slow, wanting to bring her down slowly, but keep her pleasure going as long as possible.
Chloe started feeling less of the almost-painful post-orgasm sensations and more of the pleasurable strokes of his tongue. He loved tasting her right after she came; he said it was when he could taste her the most. From his position behind her, he was easily able to move up and lick at her puckered hole, his stubble tickling along the crease of her ass. She gasped as his tongue pushed at the tight opening, alternating between wide pressure and quick flicks, relaxing the ring of muscle. She slammed her hands down on the counter, pushing her hips back against his face, knowing he loved when she did that.
His moans were muffled through her flesh as he brought both hands down on either cheek with a loud smack to signal his approval. "Fuck!" she cried out, reaching one hand back to bury into his hair, pulling his face closer to her. She never wanted him to stop, but she wanted more. She tugged on his hair, so he moved his face to the side, biting her rounded flesh before standing back up behind her. He gripped her waist, turning her around quickly so she was facing him, her lower back pressing into the counter.
He bent down and kissed her urgently, forcing his tongue past her lips, licking along the length of her tongue. He pulled back, placing a large hand on the front of her throat, applying a light amount of pressure in a possessive hold. "Are you ready for me to really fuck you now?" he asked huskily, nudging her nose with his, flicking his tongue out against her lips.
She inhaled deeply, her eyes falling shut on their own before she forced them back open, staring into crimson hellfire wantonly. "Yes, please," she responded in a whisper, repeating his own teasing action and flicking her tongue out to his glistening lips. "Fuck me until you cum."
He was not one to be told twice. A few obscenities flew past his lips and he picked her up and placed her on the ground. One of the plush bathroom rugs was under her, protecting any of her bones from digging into the tiled floor as he fucked her. He slid his body up hers, nestling himself between her legs, his hips fitting perfectly in the space she created. She went to wrap her arms around the back of his neck, but he grabbed her hands and pushed them over her head, pinning her wrists down with one hand while supporting his weight on the other. He bent his knees under her hips, pushing her hips off of the ground and onto the tops of his thighs.
Chloe groaned as he slid inside of her, her lower body raised slightly higher than her shoulders, allowing him to penetrate as deep as her anatomy would allow. He leaned up enough to wrap his arm under her back, keeping he hands above her head with the other. He shuddered as he inhaled, beginning to fuck into her with precision and intensity. He wasn't kidding, he was putting more into each thrust and she was sure she could hear the faint sounds of tile cracking under her. She watched in amazement as she seemed to relax and let go of a little more of his control. She felt the temperature of his skin drastically increase and steam started to rise off of him.
The fire of his eyes flared brighter with each grunt and groan that escaped his chest. She loved those deep sounds mixed in with the sighs, she could get off to just hearing that. Every thrust created a glorious slap of skin that echoed through the bathroom accompanied by their labored breathing. Chloe could see in the way his jaw would shift forward that he was close. He was the most beautiful thing she had ever seen when he came. The noises and the facial expressions were beyond erotic, and she never felt like she was sinning more than when she watched him fall apart.
He leaned over, staring down at her as he hovered inches above her face. He released her hands so he could press one to the top of her shoulder and the other bracing himself close to her head, leaning down on his forearm. The new angle allowed his lower stomach to provide friction to her clit, bringing about the tingling sensation of yet another orgasm. "Oh, Lucifer, you're going to make me cum again," she whimpered, wrapping her arms around his back, digging her nails into the muscles above his shoulder blades. She felt them move under her touch, tightening and loosening with his shifting weight from each thrust.
"Yes, do it," he ordered, gritting his teeth as he moved closer and closer to his own release. "Squeeze that little pussy around my cock again, Make your King cum inside you," he growled, his changed voice thickening as his control waivered. She heard the definite sound of a tile cracking as he slammed into her even harder, never missing a beat under his practiced movements. "You are all mine, just as much as I am all yours, Chloe," he whispered to her, groaning with the need to empty himself. "Cum for me and take me with you."
That was all she needed, a final thrust accompanying his holy words of surrender pushed her over the ledge, her inner muscles clamping down around his member in a sexual offering to her Devil. Lucifer let out a choked moan as he stiffened, stilling his movements for a second before gliding inside of her, emptying his seed into her well. Once he stilled and she was able to see straight again, he brushed a lock of hair out of her eyes, tucking it affectionately behind her ear. She watched as his eyes returned to their normal chocolate-brown before he closed them, sighing in reprieve. He licked his lips before pressing them against hers, kissing her deeply and slowly, soaking up all of the post-coital hormones she released.
"Fucking hell," she huffed out once he pulled his face away from hers. He chuckled softly at her words, always one to enjoy a good pun. He kissed her neck softly, nuzzling into her as he began to soften inside of her.
"Well, technically just the Ruler, but yeah, you were," he joked, laughing as she lightly slapped his arm. He bent down and kissed her lips again, softly and delicately, nothing like he had been moments ago. Play-time was over, and now they were just Lucifer and Chloe. "You're okay, right?" he asked, looking over her for any sign he was too rough.
She brought a hand to his cheek, her heart throbbing as he pressed into her palm and sighing happily. "More than okay," she assured him, smiling at his softened features. "That was amazing."
"Couldn't agree more, Detective," he chimed, pressing his forehead against hers. They stayed like that for a few breaths, just enjoying each other's company. "Shower or bath?" he asked, leaning back and rubbing his thumb along the top of her hand.
"Bath," she replied, smiling back at him sweetly as he stood, still holding on to her hand and looking down at her as if she were his namesake star.
"Of course, just a few minutes," he told her, walking over towards his excessively large tub in all his naked glory. She watched as he turned the knobs, testing the temperature before plugging the drain. He poured a few oils into the rising water, the relaxing scents of lavender and sandalwood permeating the room.
Chloe gazed up towards the ceiling, pretending that she was looking at the night sky filled with all of the stars Lucifer lit. She found herself thinking about his father, God, occasionally now that she knew he existed, but she wasn't in awe or wonder of Him. At that moment, she was confused, and angry with Him. If he is supposed to be pure Evil, then what the hell does that make you? She asked him inside her head. She didn't want Lucifer to know she thought words to his father. Shaking her head in disbelief and disgust towards the sky, she carefully got off of the ground, walking towards the huge tub and the Devil who loved her more than anything he had ever come across in his unfathomably long life.
A/N: Well, there you go. Some Deckerstar porn with a nice fluffy ending. I know. I'm as shocked as you are with that. Haha. However, I follow the muse, and she felt that some softness was needed after his reign over her body ;) Please, let me know what you thought. Your reviews are the food for my muse! Until next time, Dark Ones…