Lucy and the Definitive... Cat?

As it is known

Before we start, my most heartfelt thanks to everyone who is working to provide care, medicine, food, services, deliveries, manufacturing, garbage pickup, pet care, and other services essential during this time. Please, be safe, be smart, and be kind to one another as we face our own struggles in tackling this pandemic. 

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"Hey, that tickles," Cobra said as he looked down as a very sexy demoness who was currently biting the inside of his naked thigh. Doc McSexy bit him again, using her tongue to soothe the bite, and he chuckled before carding his fingers through her inky tresses. He looked into her red eyes and gave her his signature panty-melting grin.

She stopped teasing him and crawled up his nude body, straddling his hips. Her dark red lips lifted in a pleasured smile, "you think you are adorable."

"Babe, I know I am. You know I am. Now how about that round three?" he asked, lifting his hips a little to let his erection press against her bare core. She looked so damn hot right now, naked with a light sheen to her skin, makeup a little smudged, her hair down and wild around her shoulders.

Doc McSexy kissed his forehead, "sorry, Cobra, but I have to get back to the lab. This was only lunch."

Cobra pouted, trying his best to look all puppy dog cute like. She laughed, a rich throaty sound that almost made his ass shiver. "Lunch? Babe, I'm certified desert."

"Hmmmm," she pressed her finger to his nose, "that you are. As a medical professional I should remember sweets in moderation."

"So, see you later?" he asked as she slipped off him before looking around for her pants. He turned to his side, propping his head into his hand and noticing a small scrap of red lace under one of the black pillows. Cobra pulled it out and started twirling the little thong around his finger.

She looked over her slim shoulder and quickly came back to the bed. As she snatched the thong, "of course. I may need to stick another needle in you."

"Doc, that was a dildo," he half joked. Cobra liked a kinky chick and when he saw the Doc's war chest, he almost asked her to marry him on the spot. Name it and chick was into it and damn she was so cool about any of his kinks. Which he found out were damn tame by demon standards.

Fun fact, demons don't have rules in sex. Safe word isn't a thing. Once there is consent, it's literally anything goes in happy hardcore land. Cobra was a fan of this kind of lifestyle and Hell fit his fucked-up world view.

What he learned, in the last two days, was that promises were sacred, if you gave your word, you owned that shit. Free will was always respected as a sacred right of being and you didn't ever mess with someone's free will. Murder was tolerated with ample reason and rape was never tolerated. Also, don't touch the damn kids, ever. Demons liked to enjoy life, with as few rules as possible, he loved that idea.

He enjoyed watching Doc get dressed, watching how she slipped on tailored black clothes over her gorgeous toned body. Seemed like a fucking shame to cover that firm ass, but she was like royalty or something. Had to fit the image, or something like that.

Doc was pulling her hair up into a high pony tail when she spoke to him again, "Cobra, would you like to come with me? Get out of this room for a while?" She scrunched her nose and side stepped to one of the windows, opening it and letting in some of that fresh-but-not-really Sulphur tinged air.

He sat up and chuckled, "like take your boytoy to work day?"

"Boytoy?" she asked as she reached into her jacket pocket and pulled out a pack of smokes. That got Cobra out of bed and not giving a shit about being naked and half hard, walked over to the window. Doc handed him one and then snapped her fingers to produce a small flame.