Lust delights in the boy's reactions. Every mewl, twitch and groan, it lights a fire in her loins. She loves watching him fall to pieces, rationality stolen away by arousal, reduced to something following nothing but instinct. A dog willing to do any trick for the smallest of treats.
Right here, with Edward pressed into her expansive mattress, back arching as she presses his cock between her breasts, she knows something like peace. She's so very in her element, and he's so far from his own. She holds all the power, and no one is here to dictate what she can and can't do. Dante won't stop her. She doesn't particularly care what Lust does with the boy, as long as she still has access to fulfil her own desires. Edward most certainly can't stop her, and with the way his mind is muddled by hormones, she doubts he'd even try if given the opportunity–at least for tonight.
"L-lust…!" Edward gasps as she leans downwards, licking the tip of his cock, making him twitch and buck upwards. The movement is easy, her breasts slickened with a flowery scented oil. Her breasts practically swallow him up, so small he is between them. It's a delightful feeling, though.
"Yes, dear?" She purrs, squeezing her tits rhythmically in her hands. Pressed together, tight against his cock, then loosened. Up and down, she bobs them, his hips lifting to chase the pleasure.
He doesn't answer, just bites his lip and stares blearily to the side, hand fisted tightly in her soft sheets. He's flushed red, shoulder and hips trembling in anticipation. He's so shy in these situations, weak to a strong-willed woman. It's an incredibly attractive feature, Lust decides.
Lust can tell how close he is, it will take only the tiniest of pushes…
"You look so cute," she hums, gently running her nails across her own nipples, shuddering slightly at the feeling. "Will you let me taste you? I doubt anything would be sweeter."
She doesn't much care what his answer actually may be. Ultimately, her decision is final; and it's not like Edward won't enjoy himself.
Her grip on her breast tightens, shrinking the gap between them even more, lifting her chest up and down. The slide of Edward's cock against her accompanied by the erotic sighs and moans he lets out are enough to make her sloppy.
"I'm gonna…!" Edward cries, the beginnings of orgasm twisting his body, mouth falling agape. His head tips back against the mattress, chest and hips rising as he cums onto her, the warm sticky liquid oozing from the valley of her breasts. Lust chuckles as Edward falls limp, sucking in deep, slow breaths, still caught in the haze brought about by ecstasy.
Lust sits up, allowing the boy's cock to fall limp against his stomach as she climbs up his body, settling upon him. She doesn't worry too much about crushing him under her weight; he's a strong young man, after all.
Her cum and oil slick chest presses against Edward's own sweat dampened one, hands gently tangling in his hair as she tilts his head upwards. His eyes are far away, confused and uncomprehending as she catches his lips in a kiss. It's far from the first time they've kissed, but he never fails to act as though it is. Her tongue pushes into his mouth, and he does not deny her. Lust smiles against him, love-drunk.
Love. Yes, Lust loves Edward.
She wonders if this is the first time she's ever loved.