The toy slips into her easily, having been lubricated thoroughly accompanied by the secretions her own body has naturally produced. It's a flesh tone colour a few shades darker than her own skin, large, rigid and bizarre. It's almost alien in appearance, so different from a human penis, and Lust thinks it suits her just fine.
Edward cannot see her. He cannot see the sizable toy she's inserted into herself, cannot see that she's crawling over to him wearing it. It's so thrilling, addictive anticipation pumping through her veins. Lust has taken to prepping Edward anally frequently, even if she has no intentions of using that part of him. Because of that, he isn't suspecting a thing– Edward likely assumes she'll fuck him, or suck him off.
Well, Lust will be fucking him, just not in the way she usually does.
The mattress dips, and Edward twitches, noticing how close she's gotten to him. He begins to lower his propped up leg, but Lust catches the limb, lifting it up and hooking it over her shoulder.
"Lust…?" He sounds a bit confused. It isn't the first time they've been in this position. Sometimes Lust throws his leg over her shoulder while she blows him, but he seems to realise something is different this time. That she's planning something unusual.
A smile tugs at Lust's painted lips, and she places the lube smeared head of the strap-on against Edward's entrance.
"W-wait, what's that–?" Edward is cut off by Lust thrusting forward, the artificial cock slowly sinking into his body. He gasps raggedly, wriggling beneath her, hand snapping up to shove at her chest. When she bottoms out and they're hips are flush, Edward shakily asks, "What is that, what's inside me, Lust what is–"
"Shh," she coos, despite knowing her consolations won't soothe Edward any. "Don't worry, Edward, I'll take care of you."
"No! What's in me!?" He's growing more and more panicked, his voice shrill and hysterical. He punches at her chest and shoulders, but he doesn't have the space to really wind back a hit. "Take it out! Take it out, Lust!"
"You'll like it, honey, I promise." Lust grabs Ed's wrist, prying it away from her, entangling their fingers and pressing it against the mattress. With her other hand, she grabs the little remote she'd placed off to the side and turns it on with a click.
The strapon vibrates where it's hooked inside of her, as well as against her clitorus. She sighs headily, humping into him lazily. The shaft which protrudes from her body is also vibrating deep in Edwards guts, and he yelps at the sensation. Lust wishes she could feel Edward's body tightening around her cock, greedily sucking her in, begging her to fuck him. Unfortunately, she's left with only this facsimile of a dick, a fact which she mourns deeply. In moments like these, she wishes she held Envy's talents, and could modify her body when and as she pleases.
"Mm, I can't make love to you like this, with this body I have… but I found the next best thing. I want to watch you fall apart on my cock; will you do that for me, sweetheart?" In her hand, Edward squeezes, fingers tightening in her hold. It's purely instinctual, not at all indicative of love or affection, but she can't help the way it makes her heart and stomach flutter excitedly.
When had she become so weak, and for a human boy no less?
"Nuh–ughnn…" chest rising and falling rapidly, Edward pants and gasps, his struggling largely falling to a standstill. There's still fight in him, just in a much more subtle way.– he's trying to push back how he's feeling physically, jaw clenching in an attempt to stifle his moans and groans. To hide himself from her.
"It's a good compromise," she continues, guts simmering as she chews on her lower lip. The boy below her is a debauched little thing, skin red and blotchy, wet with sweat as she defiles him. Edwards' foot digs into Lust's back, his fingers twitching in her hand. "I'd love to see someone else do this to you, but I don't think you're ready for something like that. So we'll have to settle for this."
"... Worst– you're the worst."
Lust smiles. Those words are far from unfamiliar, coming from Edward. Each time he says it, though, his tone loses a bit of heat, the fight and defiance slowly sapping from his body. His spirit. She doesn't mind– there's little more fascinating than seeing the way humans react and respond to situations they deem stressful or traumatic.
Dante has wondered aloud to her whether or not this would eventually break Edward. Stomp his will into the ground, grinding it to dust below her heels. Lust is inclined to think otherwise.
She thinks Edward is too damn stubborn to give up.
A gentle hand reaches between them, and Lust grabs Edward's small erection in her palm. His lips part, and a startled groan falls from his lips, head falling to the side. His chest heaves, and so does Lust's, and they're both so close to coming.
Lust jerks him off languidly, twisting her palm around his cock, up and down, up and down in a corkscrew motion. Edward's hips rise, attempting to thrust into her hand, to fuck himself inside the sweet pressure that it presents. And Lust lets him, she watches him show his most base desire, allowing himself to be honest for once.
These are her absolute favourite moments with Edward.
Months earlier, Edward would have fought his own body desperately. He would've bitten his lips until they were swollen, denying himself the pleasure she's gifting him. He would be kicking and spitting right now, a feral thing, a dog with its head caught in a fence, utterly without sense. But now, he's indulging in her. One day, will Edward be the one to seek out her caresses? Would there be a point in time where she could trust him on his own, outside of this claustrophobic room beneath Central City?
One day, Edward could be something more for her. Something beyond a plaything which she keeps shelved in her bedroom.
The cock in her hand throbs, and Edward whines, muscles drawing tight as he reaches his climax. His semen coats her hand as she wrings him out, and once there's nothing left for him to give, she brings her soiled fingers to her mouth, tongue darting out to lap it up. Edward cannot even see her do it– usually she does things like this to draw a reaction from him, whether it be flustered or repulsed. But still, she feels compelled to do so nevertheless. To taste him.
The buzzing inside and against her continues, and Lust keeps fucking Edward, languishing in the vibrating against her clit. He shakes and shivers below her, limbs occasionally spasming as she pushes past his orgasm.
"Oh love…" Her voice is a sultry moan, and with her now free hand she grabs at Edward's thigh, hiking him upwards, bending him at the waist and pushing his upper body harder into the mattress. Edward cries out, the faux cock reaching deeper inside him, massaging places which she hadn't been previously.
"'S too much, L-lust, 's too much!" His fingernails dig into the top of her hand, but she doesn't mind. It doesn't hurt her. He can't damage her.
"Just a bit more, baby, mmm, a little more. So good for me." Her thrusts grow more erratic, humping into him passionately, red-hot pleasure shooting up and down her spine, her thighs getting shakier.
"Luuust…" He whines before biting the silk pillowcase, hand squeezing so, so tightly.
She knows it isn't the case, but like this, with Edward, Lust feels loved. She knows there was someone she loved once, but it's hard to come by, and with the way she is, she's something unlovable. A cheap copy, discarded by her creator.
The one who had loved the her before her.
Lust moans wantonly, orgasm tearing through her body, her hips pressed as far against Edward's as possible. As if she can meld their very beings. She falls atop him, her body dwarfing his, the toy still vibrating within them. Much like Edward's, Lust's muscles twitch and jerk as overstimulation sets in from the continued stimulation.
But… but it isn't unbearable, and Lust wants to savour this closeness for a little longer, to revel in their love.
And so she does, and forgets who and what she is for a moment, just listening to Edward's stilted breathing. Wrapping him up in her arms, tucking her face in his hair.