Satan is my Daddy

Three-way Ecstasy

Lucifer soon joined you on the back porch where you were pouting slightly.

Lucifer: Oh what's with the pout, babyface.

You turn to face him with a look of pure anger accompanied by a pout.

Lucifer: You know we were only playing.

Y/N: I don't care. You both made me feel like a total waste of your time or something. You made me feel like I couldn't get anything. It's not like I ask for much.

Your eyes well up a bit.

Lucifer: Whoa, hey you don't need to cry. We were only messing with you. We don't mind you being our little sex slave.

His voice went deeper the last half of his sentence and your eyes met his lustful gaze.

Lucifer: Now, will the little kitten wipe her tears and dance for me.

His finger found it's way to your chin lifting it before wrapping his large hand around your jaw squishing your cheeks that were now a pink color. He chuckles darkly before his face finds it's way to your neck trailing gentle kisses along your jawline. He slowly trails a hand down your curves before reaching the hem of your sweatshirt and lifting it above your head revealing the little tee underneath along with the chills he's caused. His lips find their way to your collarbone the slow movements and the entrancing feeling of his soft plump lips along your chest causing you to move your hips in a desperate attempt of satisfaction from the chair. He notices your movements before ghosting his head against yours stopping just short of your ear to hear him.

Lucifer: Is the little princess needing something.

A whimper escapes your lips.

Lucifer: Use your words baby girl.

He bites the sensitive spot just below your ear and a soft moan escapes your lips and your legs tighten, putting pressure on your center and your breath hitches. Among the heavy breaths you manage out a simple phrase that soon leads to what you've desperately wanted.

Y/N: I need you daddy.

Your voice was quiet and seductive eventually leading to your practical demise.

He picks you up by your thighs and sits on the chair you were just on and he places you over his member in a straddle. His face in your chest, his warm breath grazing over the supple skin, his lips ghosting over your neck just enough to tease you and you to know what he says.

Lucifer: Dance for me baby.

You begin grinding your hips along his clothed length feeling his hard-on become more and more noticeable due to the pressure on your heat. 

Lucifer: That's it baby girl. Ah fuck.

His head rolls back, his words coming out in a low growl, you let out a sigh and you roll your head back in response.

Demona: Don't tell me you're doing this without me?

Both you and Lucifer looked at her kind of upset but mainly surprised.

You blush like a fool before standing up. Not noticing the wet stain between your legs. Demona and Lucifer do though and their eyes sparkle with devilish desire. The hunger evident in their smirks.

Demona: I'll take her to the room.

She rushes over to you, picking you up bridal style.

Demona: I can't wait to taste that sweet little pussy of yours.

You blush in response before hiding your face in her shoulder, you didn't know Ava was walking in the hall until you heard her voice.

Ava: Um, what the fuck is going on here?