[Lucifer knows just what she needs. They understand each other so well, she'll have to thank him - later.
Right now words are entirely lost to her, both verbally and mentally. She moans around him in sheer bliss, eyes hazy and unseeing even when she manages to open them.
He can tell when she comes by the way her body freezes up momentarily, her cry muffled. Even oversensitive and overstimulated, she doesn't want to stop, not yet.]
[All of the Lucifer's thrust and rub faster, more erratically. Then they cum in complete unison. They spill all over her, deep inside her pussy and down her throat. The tentacles rub all of her most sensitive places, trying to help make sure she remained overstimulated and oversensitive. She wants it? She'll get it.]
[She swallows the load in her mouth, body twisting and arching in ecstasy. She feels full in all the best ways, fucked silly and overwhelmed. She's pretty sure she's drooling around him.]
Mmmhmm.
[It's possible that was supposed to be a word. Hard to tell, really.]
[He is going to fuck her for hours with his clones. They morph forms to give her a variety of pleasures. All until she passes out. Then she will wake up in a cuddle pile of fallen angels. All to check in on her, bathe her, and give her the sweetest after care. Complete with breakfast for dinner in bed.]
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Right now words are entirely lost to her, both verbally and mentally. She moans around him in sheer bliss, eyes hazy and unseeing even when she manages to open them.
He can tell when she comes by the way her body freezes up momentarily, her cry muffled. Even oversensitive and overstimulated, she doesn't want to stop, not yet.]
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[All of the Lucifer's thrust and rub faster, more erratically. Then they cum in complete unison. They spill all over her, deep inside her pussy and down her throat. The tentacles rub all of her most sensitive places, trying to help make sure she remained overstimulated and oversensitive. She wants it? She'll get it.]
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Mmmhmm.
[It's possible that was supposed to be a word. Hard to tell, really.]
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[The clone pulls out of her mouth as his clawed hand cups her cheek.]
Ready to keep going?
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[Oh good, she can still manage the most important word. She probably doesn't need anything else.
She turns her head to press a kiss to his palm, a weirdly gentle gesture for the situation they're in.]
Need to clear some threads. Wrap up?
[He is going to fuck her for hours with his clones. They morph forms to give her a variety of pleasures. All until she passes out. Then she will wake up in a cuddle pile of fallen angels. All to check in on her, bathe her, and give her the sweetest after care. Complete with breakfast for dinner in bed.]