When Daemon and Lucivar brought their Ladies back to the drawing room in the late afternoon, Elizabeth and Lucifer were waiting for them. Elizabeth gave Lucifer a quick smile before extracting herself to greet Jaenelle and Marian.
Jaenelle had clearly had enough of Daemon's fussing for one day and it only took one look from her to send Daemon scurrying over to Lucifer for company. Lucivar was harder to discourage and was allowed to see women situated on the couches to his satisfaction. Even Lucifer could feel the waves of orneriness coming off of Lucivar but he shut them out.
Daemon approached Lucifer a bit warily but when he got close he saw that Lucifer was reclined back casually in his chair with his eyes half closed. He acknowledged Daemon with a slight nod of his head.
"I'm sorry," Daemon said not certain of how he would be received.
Lucifer lifted an indolent hand and waved the apology away.
"Well, thank you, anyway," Daemon said, suddenly angry at Lucifer's unconcern.
"Oh," Lucifer countered, "You knew I wouldn't let you hurt anyone, not in her house. Don't be silly. Besides, you liked it, letting yourself go like that. I can appreciate the feeling, so I was happy to oblige, but you males really do get hostile, don't you?"
Lucifer said all of this in a low, lazy voice and without opening his eyes beyond half way.
"Yes, we do! It's the only thing that gets our stubborn females to listen to us when they need to," Daemon said, proud of himself for the day of successful fussing, but in true male style avoiding the realization that Jaenelle had relented to distract him from trying to fuss over every female in the house.
"Well, that and…" Daemon purred in a sexually charged rumble. It was getting towards the end of Jaenelle's moontime and his body was gearing up for her again. He was finding it difficult not to touch her in ways that would lead to hours of pleasure that her body just couldn't handle right now…according to him.
"Ever the sex kitten…" Lucifer mumbled to himself and then stretched and cozied himself deeper into his chair.
Daemon laughed and then lowered his voice seductively, moving closer to Lucifer and sending out tendrils of sexual energy, "I must admit, you can be quite intimidating for a mere pleasure slave."
It was Lucifer's turn to laugh, "Don't worry, I'll be on my knees again in no time….but not for you, my boy, not for you." Lucifer had fully closed his eyes now and he had not even bothered to grace Daemon with a condescending look after the brief attempt at seduction.
Daemon finally sat down across from Lucifer and said, "What's wrong with you? Because I have not lost my touch!"
"Well, since you asked, I instigated a nice, slow roll in the hay, literally, this afternoon…"
"It's her moontime!" Daemon nearly shouted.
"Yeah, Yeah, I pressed the pause button," Lucifer assured him and then mumbled something about squeamish males and then continued.
"…and now she's all soft and warm and languid. Honestly, I just want to curl up in her lap and bask in the glow," Lucifer murmured, his eyes now partially open again.
Daemon didn't understand but he knew that Lucifer felt things from Elizabeth similarly to how he did from Jaenelle. He also reminded himself sternly that these women were different and were more like ladens. They could not be broken and they didn't experience pain if they used their magic during their moontimes.
With a playful smirk, Daemon told Lucifer, "You're too big to curl up in anyone's lap."
In response, Lucifer lifted an eyebrow and open one eye to glare at him. Daemon laughed and Lucifer smiled.
Just then Azazeal entered with Cassie on his arm. Cassis was all aglow and Azazeal was wearing his red and gold wings as if it were normal to do so. It wasn't common for the angels to walk about with their wings on display, but it wasn't exactly strange either, except for the fact that he was also wearing a shirt, so that his wings were magically poking through the fabric. Now Elizabeth and Cassie still didn't quite understand the specifics, but apparently the angels considered wearing cloths and wings at the same time…somehow…tacky. So generally the top came off when the wings appeared but Azazeal didn't seem interested in the angelic sense of fashion at the moment.
Cassie drifted over to the ladies while Azazeal approached Daemon and Lucifer.
"Someone got laid!" Were the words Lucifer greeted him with from is comfortable spot in his chair.
Azazeal glared at him but the effect was lessened by the fact that his normally perfect hair was noticeably messy.
"Can't make them go away, can you?" Lucifer continued.
Reflexively, Azazeal delicately ruffled his feathers and lifted his head in defiance of Lucifer's teasing.
"I have a feeling you're going to pay for your little remark," Azazeal said, referring to being called a whore.
"She knows I meant it affectionatly," Lucifer said waving his hand again lazily and shifting languorous to achieve an even more comfy position.
"We'll see," was Azazeal's response.
A second later Lucifer sat up quite suddenly and opened his eyes fully for the first time. He watched Elizabeth and Cassie talking across the room for a moment and then relaxed back down in his spot.
"Well, you've ruined my glow for the time being but that's all you've accomplished," Lucifer said sourly.
Azazeal was noticeably irritated. He wasn't about to let the insult go. Partially for Daemon's benefit, since he hadn't been there when Lucifer had insulted Azazeal so grievously, Azazeal said, "You have no right to call me a whore simply because I…"
"Look, my dear, you know better than to interrupt me when I'm with her," Lucifer started in immediately, "Did you think you would get better treatment than the rest of them?" Lucifer said, trying, in his way, to apologize by pointing out that it was well known that he didn't take kindly to angels getting in the way of his devotion to Elizabeth.
"Besides, your words were ill-chosen," Lucifer smiled naughtily, "I can barely keep my clothes on from one moment to the next. How can you expect me to keep anything in my pants, hmm?"
At this Azazeal did laugh and Daemon along with him.
"So why is it that your wings won't go away?" Daemon asked, still chuckling.
Azazeal stopped and regarded Daemon intensely for a moment, then he decided to trust him. He had never opened up about his relationship with Cassie to the Blood like Lucifer had.
"She…she commanded something that I wanted…something that needed to be…decided…" Azazeal looked at Lucifer because it sounded wrong in mortal words, but his friend just shrugged.
"My body," he went on and looked down at himself and smiled, "I never have to use it with another. I guess I'm just feeling angelic at the moment."
Daemon understood this better than a male from Earth would have as he came from a world where it was common to ask males in a Court to service witches not only for the purposes of seeing a virgin witch through her virgin night but also as a courtesy to visiting guests. He had been a pleasure slave whose sole duty it was to do the servicing with none of the trappings of Court rules or protocol or honor. He had rebelled against all of it and had only ever really given his body to Jaenelle.
But even though he understood, the angel's sexual obedience sometimes bothered Daemon. Azazeal would only have used his sexual skills to accomplish something that Cassie wanted but still he would have done it unquestioningly and Daemon didn't like to think of the things Lucifer allowed in the bedroom.
"A good Queen will always know what her males need," Daemon said simply as Lucivar joined them and decided to listen for a while before commenting. Which was best because he was still very testy.
Azazeal, whose mood had been elevated to prickly by irritable Lucivar's presence, gave Daemon and Lucivar something approaching a menacing glare because he didn't like the innuendo that Cassie might not be an excellent Queen.
"Oh, excellent, you can't complain about that anymore," Lucifer offered.
Azazeal whirled on Lucifer who was really trying to be good-natured, "I wasn't complaining, I was suffering. It hurt to know that she wanted me for herself but wouldn't decree it."
"Yes, I know how it feels…"
"You love to suffer, you don't get to sympathize…" Azazeal retorted.
"You know I have suffered, Azazeal, you know it very well," Lucifer growled.
Azazeal knew how long it had taken Lucifer to explain himself to Elizabeth and to trust her. He remembered a time when their sexplay was not a lighthearted game. He knew how many times Lucifer had fallen to his knees, his eyes filled with desperately repentant tears instead of blissful love, because no matter how many times he had reenacted the fall from grace, the punishment, and, most importantly, the forgiveness, it had never been enough to satisfy his damaged heart. And Azazeal remembered a time when Elizabeth didn't understand what terrified Lucifer the most. Because despite all of the strange and graphic images Lucifer had sent to Elizabeth, despite the dominance games, despite the willing submission to pain, and the wild eagerness to please, it had taken Lucifer a very long time to find the words to tell her that he wanted her to take everything and all that he asked for in return was that she not abandon him.
Azazeal's expression softened, "I'm sorry, my friend."
Lucifer waved the apology away but not as light-heartedly as he had dismissed Daemon's earlier. He didn't like to be reminded of the times when he had struggled in his relationship with Elizabeth. And he was irritated because he wanted Elizabeth's glow back. It had been banished but he felt it warming up again.
"And they say we're feisty," Lucivar grumbled to Daemon. Lucivar was still grumpy because Marian was at a very sensitive time in her moontime.
Just then there was a strange flutter in front of them and Lucifer was no longer among them. Azazeal caught their eyes and pointed over to the ladies. And there was Lucifer…but not Lucifer.
Before Elizabeth was an angelic youth, not a child but not yet a young man. He was naked but a strategically placed white and gold wing tip shielded his unmentionables. He was a perfect version of what Lucifer's body would have looked like at that human age and even his wings had patches of baby feathers amongst the larger ones. And yet he looked as otherworldly as the naked cherubs painted on church ceilings.
"Oh, honey!" Elizabeth said in a voice that showed her confusion about how to deal with him: as her lover being silly or as the boy that he looked like. He'd obviously not pulled this trick before.
He held his arms up and she moved to embrace him. When she pulled away, he crawled into her lap, curled up into a ball, and surrounded himself with his little wings. Elizabeth with a bemused look on her face, kissed the top of his head and shrugged to Cassie, Jaenelle and Marian.
A sharp chorus of laughter irrupted from the boys and in response the angelic youth pulled back his wings, lifted up, and stuck out his tongue at them with the full force of that childish condemnation. He then resettled himself.
Elizabeth laughed and stroked the full length of one of his wings. It trembled slightly and he snuggled closer.
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