"Dark Lord you need a nickname." you said out of the blue. You had only been calling him Lucifer or Dark Lord. While you would still call him Lucifer, calling him Dark Lord made you uncomfortable. You prayed calling him Dark Lord and now you were his queen. People prayed to you.
"A nickname?" His eyebrow raised.
"Dark Lord is too much. Lucifer the same. DL? DILF?"
"Those are all terrible. Seriously, DILF? As much as I love that cunning brain of yours that's terrible. Unless you like to think of me like that." He winked, making you roll your eyes.
You continued, "Fer? Ferdinand. Lucifer. Tucifer. Ruficer. "
"Obviously none of those." He remarked.
"I got it! Luci or Luce. You know what? Both!" You confirmed grinning widely.
Only you were able to call him by those names and it made him smile. After he had practically seduced you into your role as Queen intimacy was inevitable. What he didn't expect was the intimacy that made you feel warm and gushy with happiness. He expected only lust and carnality. While these things were incredibly impactful in your relationship he didn't expect love. Not the love of a servant and master. As man and wife.
"Darling, those are quite... intimate."
"We should be intimate, I am your wife after all."
"Yes, indeed." He said smugly, standing up from the chair near the fireplace and to the couch were you sat, sprawled. Lucifer went on top of you and kissed sweetly at first, then with a passion so fierce that it took your breath away.
