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Your influence...

[He purred it, murmured it against her lips as he opted to focus more on her than on their current conversation. Her touch, her body, the scent and taste of her. Everything she was laid underneath him and making him want to beg for more.]

-- extends entirely over me, love.

[She let out a huff of a laugh, though it was engulfed by the way their bodies moved against each other. Her hand crept up a little further under his feathers, gently stroking the heated and sensitive flesh there. Her other hand rose to match it, fingers spanning over the large expanse of all that white. Perhaps growing a little bolder.]

I'm serious. We need to test it at some point. If not for you, then for my own peace of mind. Please.

Mmm... do that again.

['That' could really have been anything involving her touching him, but he could feel the zinging thrill of her fingers touching the skin under all those feathers and it felt... good.]

[She let out a huff, drawing one hand away from his wing to gently hold his chin in place.]

You're just like the angelic version of a cat. Including your inability or unwillingness to focus on a word I'm saying.

[His answer to her taking her hand away and grabbing his chin was to give her a full body roll of his over hers. An undulation of his back down all the way to his ass grinding down, cock stirring inside her as his wings snapped out as wide as they could get.]

I'm focusing on the important bits.

Ah.

[A hard grunt as he drove himself into her, her mouth opening on a pant. Without meaning to, her legs instantly wrapped around his, the heels of her feet digging into his ass to try and grind him in harder against her, to pull him in deeper. He was doing his best to distract her, and it was working. For now.

Regaining her breath, she gave his shoulder a small shove, no force behind it.]

Such an ass, as always.

I have a lovely ass. As do you.

[He followed up the long stroke of his body with a few smaller, more rapid thrusts that wound up with him resting slowly against her, smiling smugly.]

[She saw that and practically rolled her eyes. Oh, they would come back to that conversation later. For now, she did return that smug smile with one of her own, using the best leverage she knew.]

Shut up and stop teasing me.

[Her hands reached up and practically dove into the feathers at the underside of his wing, buried in the warmth of him there enough for her nails to gently brush over the delicate flesh inside.]

Is it truly a tease if I'm actually in you, love?

[To prove his point, he slid a hand down to her thigh, slipping under it to lever her leg up higher. He stooped down a bit, dropping his shoulder to see if she'd hook her knee over it. Which would, of course, put her foot into the mass and proximity of his wings, but... was that a problem?]

It is when you're going deliberately slow just to try and get me worked up.

[Which worked, for the record, though she wasn't going to give him that. She did take his invitation to hook her leg up over his shoulder, though, her toes brushing up against the softness of his wing and sending a shudder skittering down through her.]

That's called foreplay. A little bit to whet the appetite for the main course...

[She obliged him and his hand slid back down to her ass, gripping it as his knees and toes dug into the bed, his body pressing up against hers fully. Pushing her up as he filled her.]

Is it really foreplay when you're already inside of me?

[Parroted back to him a bit dryly, though it quickly died on her lips when she felt him lift and slide into her. Lucifer would hear her startled gasp, followed by the sight of her expression of open, slack-jawed pleasure.]

It can be...

[He could watch that look of pleasure on her face for eons. It was the surprise of it that caught him, as if she wasn't expecting to enjoy it so much. Oh, he was going to have so much fun seeing how many levels of pleasure he could drag her through.

He kept the next move just as slow and deliberate, relaxing back onto the bed with her before lifting her up again in another slow and hard press.]

[It'd been awhile since she'd had sex. Or so thoroughly enjoyed sex. But there was an easy kind of release when she was with him, it seems, both the physical and the emotional. While most of her time here so far had been spent fretting and stressing and working to find a way home, here he was, wrapping her up in arms and wings and giving her that space to fall apart and be put back together again.

Which was what it felt like when he pressed into her so slowly, only to repeat the motion a second time. Her inner walls gripped around his cock with that wet sound of flesh meeting flesh, her toes curling hard as they nudged against his feathers with each inward stroke.]

[She moved so perfectly with him. Looked so lovely as she gave herself into that pleasure that suited her so well. He couldn't do anything but keep giving it to her, keep pushing her further to see just how far she could go. He kept repeating that motion, a slow press into her that lifted her up, his wings wafting slowly over them as he did. Still... he wanted something.]

Touch me.

[She began to reach for him before he even fully got the request out; and while one might expect her to touch the majestic display of divinity that was his wings hovering around them, she chose his face. Her fingers brushed softly over his jaw before resting against his cheeks, stroking them almost reverently and with tender affection before lifting her head to kiss him.]

[He'd expected her to go for the wings, especially as she'd been so drawn to them. But the face... well. That was oddly more intimate. More her. He felt her fingers on him, saw the way she gazed at him before she was lifting up and he was leaning down to meet her. His mouth was on hers, his hand squeezing her ass again as he kept that rocking press in a slow pace. Slower now, just to draw the moment out more.]

[She touched him and he followed her lead, slowing his pace down as he accepted her kiss. She liked the passion and energy of their earlier activities, but this suited her just as well. It built up that longing and burning pleasure inside of her little by little, mounting itself until it threatened to overwhelm her. It made her seek out more of him, had her arms drifting around his shoulders until she felt the softness of his feathers. Her palms splayed over them, tightening around his wing on each slow inward thrust.]

[Her lips on his muffled the pleased exclamation that left him at the touch to those still-sensitive appendages. They flexed under her grip, never drawing far enough away that she couldn't follow. He still pressed himself in fully, still rocked her body upward with each stroke, but it was at an almost achingly slow pace just then. Slow, sweet, and infinitely more intimate in an odd way.]

[He was so close. Not just with the obvious press and slide of his body against and inside her, nor the way his wings hovered so intently above them, but in how close he watched her. She watched him back, struck with how undone and yet at ease he looked then as they rocked together. It was slow, and gentle, and not at all like the fevered and frenzied sex fantasies her dreams concocted for her. And yet it seemed almost more of what she was looking for, what she wanted from him.]

What does it feel like? Me touching your wings.

Later...

[Ask him later, Chloe, when he could form words that weren't mostly sound and grunts and gasps from the feel of her wound around him from below. He moved them, moved those white feathery appendages to rest along the bed on either side of her, caging her in a softly glowing cave of divinity with him looming over her, rocking into her with that maddening, steady pace.]

[A hush fell over her as she settled back into that quiet intimacy that'd built up around them. As she lay encased in his wings, that brilliant glow of Heaven casting soft shadows over his face, her hands carefully caressed him everywhere she could reach as he moved above her. Through his feathers, up the arms that held her, across his neck and jaw. So slow and sweet like she was memorizing every part of him.]

[He'd fallen over that peak once already, yet he was quickly finding himself close to topping it again. Her hands, that soft look of wonder, her body welcoming his in a way that still surprised him, it was all just a medley of things that were stoking his need for her.

Another soft groan, his hand moving to slide up, palm pressed between her breasts over her chest to feel her heart beating.]

[A soft little moan as he touched her, one hand following his she clasped gently at him, just feeling him there and encouraging that exploration. He'd probably be able to feel the steady thrum of her heartbeat against his palm with how hard it pounded in her chest, all that movement because of him. Because of the intensity of this moment and the heat building inside of her.]

[It beat like a trapped butterfly under his hand, that vital part of her hitting the cage of her ribs like it wanted to break free. He empathized with it, hand sliding upward, up to her throat, thumb tracing up along to her chin before he moved his fingers around to the back of her neck. He braced her there, leaning in and closing his mouth over hers, tongue invading her mouth with an unspoken claim. 'Mine'.]

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